Kali's Temple of Doom

The Dark Side of the Equation

By the end of the day the exhaustion was so palpable it had almost metamorphosed into a living demon holding me up. I stood at the bus stop silently begging the universe that the 5:30 bus would be early so I could just crash and be on my way home.

The bus came and the driver went on a break, so as I waited, the bus that goes across the bridge dropped off a few commuters and I found myself unable to stifle the cackle when I spotted the nun. I self-corrected and became very interested in a cloud above to avoid looking at her. It was a delayed reaction from a perverse universe to finish off yesterday’s entry.

She was going home after a day of soliciting alms and I wonder why these women are still here, in Brooklyn, in New York and in those ridiculous outfits. They are not real nuns, they are not a real order and their church was nothing more than a front for a sociopath who called himself a bishop.

I suppose that perhaps the story was not sexy and exciting in the way serial killers are portrayed nowadays and maybe these people used up their 15 minutes a long while back, but my memory is a little fresher than that.

In fact, I wonder how many of those commuters sharing a bus with her know that she is a LeGrand Family member and a shameful bit of history?

posted by KaliAmanda @ 11:06 PM