remaining players of the Pig Dog Team. I caught Adam’s arm. “There, look!” I pointed at Sister Maria who was walking over to the Sisters of Temperance Team. She slapped them all on the back, and even from this distance, I could see she was delighted.
“The nuns would’ve made a fortune,” Adam muttered. Right then, Sister Maria and one of the Sisters of Temperance Team broke away from the group, and walked in different directions. “Okay, how about we split up and follow one each,” he said, “and then we can meet back at the Gobble Up Café as soon as we’ve seen where they’re going.”
I stood up, and then bent over to rub my calves which had gone numb from sitting for so long. “Good idea. Perhaps you should follow Sister Maria, as she knows me by sight.”
Adam frowned. “Maybe we shouldn’t split up,” Adam said. “Maybe we should both follow that man nun.”
I knew he was worried about me getting hurt, and while it was kind of sweet, it annoyed me a bit, too. I was a strong woman who could take care of myself. I must have glared a little at Adam, because he held his hands up and grinned.
“Or not,” he said. And then he left to follow Sister Maria, leaving me to follow the other nun.
And so I found myself following the nun, a tall nun with a hooked nose. The nun walked in a loose manner, his long arms swinging at the side, his legs covering the ground.
So intent was I upon following the nun, that I almost ran over Evelyn Sutton, an elderly lady. She was one of my best customers, although she only bought my antique finds, turning up her nose at my chalk-painted, upcycled furniture. Her husband had been a famous AFL player back in the day, and had passed away years ago, before I’d met Evelyn.
“Sorry, Mrs. Sutton,” I gasped.
“Evelyn, please. That was a very strange game, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. “Yes, you could say that.” Evelyn stood there, rubbing her chin, and frowning hard. She looked a million miles away.
“Evelyn?”
“Oh sorry; I was lost in thought. I saw that Victorian cedar meat safe in your window. Would you hold it for me until Monday?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Now, you won’t go painting it, or anything like that?”
I hurried to reassure of her. “Of course not. You know I wouldn’t paint an antique. It came in covered in several layers of paint. I’ve stripped them back, but I’ll give it one more coat of shellac before Monday.”
With that, Evelyn thanked me and hurried away. I could tell she was worried about something, but I had no idea what. Still, I had more pressing concerns.
On one side of the football field was a large stand, beneath which were two restrooms, one for men, and one for women. Most of the people who had come to watch the game had left, and the stragglers were still filing out, or chatting with friends near the turnstile exits. I looked around, and saw the nun off in the distance.
I caught up to the nun a bit, but hung back a suitable distance. The nun passed the ladies’ locker room, and then the men’s as well, and then turned into the women’s restroom.
I waited a moment, and then went in as well.
The bathroom was a bit dingy, the lighting a terrible, fake yellow emanating from two fluorescent tubes which ran along the ceiling. There were four stalls in the small bathroom and a double sink near the door. The tall nun was nowhere to be seen.
I cautiously took a few steps inside and then bent at my knees. I looked under the stall walls, until I located the nun standing in the second of the four stalls. Thankfully, no one else was in the restroom, or it would have been embarrassing for me, peering under the door as I was.
I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the nun’s feet. They were spaced a bit apart, and they were facing the toilet. Just as a man would. If I’d had any doubt before that the nun were men, I had none now.
I turned and hurried out of the bathroom. I practically ran toward the parking lot,
“The nuns would’ve made a fortune,” Adam muttered. Right then, Sister Maria and one of the Sisters of Temperance Team broke away from the group, and walked in different directions. “Okay, how about we split up and follow one each,” he said, “and then we can meet back at the Gobble Up Café as soon as we’ve seen where they’re going.”
I stood up, and then bent over to rub my calves which had gone numb from sitting for so long. “Good idea. Perhaps you should follow Sister Maria, as she knows me by sight.”
Adam frowned. “Maybe we shouldn’t split up,” Adam said. “Maybe we should both follow that man nun.”
I knew he was worried about me getting hurt, and while it was kind of sweet, it annoyed me a bit, too. I was a strong woman who could take care of myself. I must have glared a little at Adam, because he held his hands up and grinned.
“Or not,” he said. And then he left to follow Sister Maria, leaving me to follow the other nun.
And so I found myself following the nun, a tall nun with a hooked nose. The nun walked in a loose manner, his long arms swinging at the side, his legs covering the ground.
So intent was I upon following the nun, that I almost ran over Evelyn Sutton, an elderly lady. She was one of my best customers, although she only bought my antique finds, turning up her nose at my chalk-painted, upcycled furniture. Her husband had been a famous AFL player back in the day, and had passed away years ago, before I’d met Evelyn.
“Sorry, Mrs. Sutton,” I gasped.
“Evelyn, please. That was a very strange game, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. “Yes, you could say that.” Evelyn stood there, rubbing her chin, and frowning hard. She looked a million miles away.
“Evelyn?”
“Oh sorry; I was lost in thought. I saw that Victorian cedar meat safe in your window. Would you hold it for me until Monday?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Now, you won’t go painting it, or anything like that?”
I hurried to reassure of her. “Of course not. You know I wouldn’t paint an antique. It came in covered in several layers of paint. I’ve stripped them back, but I’ll give it one more coat of shellac before Monday.”
With that, Evelyn thanked me and hurried away. I could tell she was worried about something, but I had no idea what. Still, I had more pressing concerns.
On one side of the football field was a large stand, beneath which were two restrooms, one for men, and one for women. Most of the people who had come to watch the game had left, and the stragglers were still filing out, or chatting with friends near the turnstile exits. I looked around, and saw the nun off in the distance.
I caught up to the nun a bit, but hung back a suitable distance. The nun passed the ladies’ locker room, and then the men’s as well, and then turned into the women’s restroom.
I waited a moment, and then went in as well.
The bathroom was a bit dingy, the lighting a terrible, fake yellow emanating from two fluorescent tubes which ran along the ceiling. There were four stalls in the small bathroom and a double sink near the door. The tall nun was nowhere to be seen.
I cautiously took a few steps inside and then bent at my knees. I looked under the stall walls, until I located the nun standing in the second of the four stalls. Thankfully, no one else was in the restroom, or it would have been embarrassing for me, peering under the door as I was.
I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the nun’s feet. They were spaced a bit apart, and they were facing the toilet. Just as a man would. If I’d had any doubt before that the nun were men, I had none now.
I turned and hurried out of the bathroom. I practically ran toward the parking lot,
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