unspeakable!

Mother Antonia: Taking more notes from Ryan & Wolkerstorfer. When the first boarders arrived at the college, there weren’t enough sheets for all their beds, so a group of sisters sat up all night sewing sheets out of unbleached muslin. “Unbleached, oh, it was unspeakable!” I’m now thinking perhaps the monologue should begin not with an invocation but a quiz.

Everything Looks Like A Face: Email exchange with Elizabeth.

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