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  • In 1984, I worked at our Sisters’ retirement home. That year we elected Sister Penny our prioress. So many of the Sisters were advancing in careers in secular settings that we struggled to balance modern life with our vowed life. She was a strong woman of faith who could help us maintain our ministries and prayer life; she had been president of a college. I was sitting with Sister Adelaide, whose eyesight wasn’t good. She asked me, “Who is that man?” It was Sister Penny, wearing a blazer and pants, approaching us. “Sister,” I said, “That man is your prioress.”

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