When I was in second grade a nun came to talk to my class and gave me a St Bernadette medallion and it was all over for me, I was immediately smitten. My best friend Angèle and I decided we wanted to be nuns and have a pink Cadillac convertible that we drove together
(The fantasy went even further, in that we imagined driving home from our convent on Sundays and our families would be SO proud of us that they would make us lasagne for dinner every time we visited, such are the fantasies of the North American Catholic seven year old)
(Also in this fantasy one of us dated Mario Lemieux and the other dated Patrick Roy and then we were like, sorry, boys, but Jesus is calling, and they pined for us for the rest of their lives. Anyway! French Canadians!)
(We were like wow remember when that one Dionne quintuplet became a nun? And then the other one was going to be a nun? I had the real leg up in that situation because several of the quints lived in St-Bruno, where my grandparents lived. One worked at the library!)
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