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Previously… Vera was given a new assignment at a convent pretending to be Sister Josephine who is secretly going to a clothing-optional bar for the weekend. Meanwhile, Vera’s boyfriend Greg invites her to move in with him, leaving her almost speechless. Not wanting to discuss it in front of Cole, she let Greg’s phone call go to voicemail. Right now, she needs to get to the convent.
As the phone buzzed in her hand, Vera didn’t know what to do.
“Let it go,” said Cole. “Answer it later.”
Vera looked at him suspiciously. Since when was he the one with sound advice? She let it go to Voicemail and put the phone back in her bag.
“Trying to help,” he said. “Sometimes it’s okay to step back.”
“Have you ever done that with Jill?” Jill was Cole’s girlfriend—a blond, petite little thing that easily fit into overhead storage or that Vera would like to stuff away out of sight since she was a bit annoying.
“From time to time.” He looked down at his shoes. “Makes our relationship stronger.”
Cole rarely talked about Jill. Any time Vera brought her up, he quickly changed the subject or dismissed her with a statement. Not a very gentlemanly thing to do. Vera wondered if Greg ever talked about her like that.
“I better get going. Gotta go to the convent.” Vera gave a little fist pump in the air.
“Sure, go live like a saint while you avoid living in sin with Greg.”
Vera rolled her eyes.
“Glad to see you’re back to normal,” said Cole.
Vera had to park a little bit away from the convent in order to get onto the property without being noticed. She dragged her drag bag to the front door of an ornate, majestic-looking building and peered around. Sister Josephine said she’d meet her outside at 1 p.m.
Just as Vera glanced at her watch, she soon found herself tackled to the ground.
“Ouch,” she thrashed in slight pain.
“Sorry,” said a voice, the one who had tackled her.
Vera turned to her side and saw a young woman in nun’s garb on the ground next to her. Her face looked so familiar, even though they had never met. “Sister Josephine?”
“Yes. I apologize, but I couldn’t have anyone seeing you.”
“Do they have self-defense classes here?” Vera mumbled as she straightened herself up.
“We’ll go in the back way.”
Vera followed Sister Josephine around the back of the building, up a set of empty steps, and to a room that consisted of simply a bed, a desk, and a closet. Vera wondered whether the closet held one set of black robes after another.
“No one will notice I’m gone,” said Sister Josephine. “I selected you based on our similar look.”
Vera pursed her lips. Sister Josephine had olive-colored skin and was about three or four inches shorter than her.
“I’ll be back on Sunday night,” she continued. “You’re free to watch my movies, read my books, whatever. But please don’t use my desk.”
“Not even to write on?” Vera had thought about using this time to journal some more and work on her book.
“Not even to write on.” The nun locked the top drawer in the desk, checking it twice to make sure it was secure. “You’re quiet today.”
What a weird thing to say? How did Josephine know she wasn’t normally this quiet? Vera didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t.
“Well, I’ve got to go,” said Sister Josephine.
“Enjoy your clothing-optional bar.”
Sister Josephine stared daggers at Vera before exiting. Vote below on what will happen next or if reading by email click view poll.