Isn’t it a good idea that Fr. Hunter has got donuts and coffee for all of us after Mass? I know I shouldn’t but the donuts are so fresh and good aren’t they? Yes, I’ll have just one. Listen dear, I don’t want to complain, but I do think the coffee could be better don’t you? I’ve had to drink mine black because all they have is that powdered creamer, and don’t you think it would be nicer if we had some real cups instead of these plastic ones? I’ll tell you what, why don’t you and I volunteer to help serve the coffee, and we’ll meet up one morning this week and go to the Goodwill store and see if we can’t find some decent coffee cups. We needn’t spend a lot of money to do things nicely you know, and I’ve always thought that washing up the coffee cups afterwards gives us some time to chat and get to meet people. My sister in law Felicity was an Episcopalian you know, and she was always in charge of the coffee. She said that was where the real business in the parish was done! What’s that? Oh, Fliss doesn’t go to the Episcopalian Church anymore. She left Holy Cross some years ago. I don’t even like to mention it, but Fliss just couldn’t be doing with the woman priest they had over there. She tried to understand. Believe you me! But do you know the woman priest insisted that everyone call her ‘Mother Sally’? Well, I never! Then for Lent one year she asked everyone to come to a Quiet Day. Fliss went along just to do the coffee and observe, if you know what I mean. Well, when everyone came in Mother Sally had got some burlap sacks from Creech’s Feed store on Main Street, and Mother Sally had cut a hole in the top of one, and holes in the sides and was wearing it rather like a tunic sort of thing. She had a pile of these and said everyone had to put one on. She thought it would be best if they wore it right next to their skin, and I don’t think she meant that they should take everything off, but poor old Edgar Johnson, who is not really all there, came back from the men’s room with nothing on at all but the burlap sack! I won’t go into the details dear…I’ll leave it to your imagination. Suffice it to say that the sight was a true penance for poor Fliss and her friends. So after that Fliss started to come along to church with me. She didn’t much like it at first, but she’s getting used to it. Yes, you’re right about that dear. We do have some unusual people in our church too. I once heard of some nuns who were leading a retreat where people spent all their time praying with their cats. But happily we have the Holy Father. He’ll keep us on the straight and narrow. You can’t go wrong if you follow him you know! Hmmm. I think you’re right you know! That is the problems with the Episcopalians–they always have to do something clever don’t they? I don’t think its fair to be too harsh though my dear. We have to pity them really, and they do try ever so hard don’t they? And I’m sure they mean well.