” The first nun says, “I want-a to be Sophia Loren” and poof! she’s gone. The second says, “I want-a to be Madonna” and poof! she’s gone.... The third says, “I want-a to be Sara Pipalini.” St. Peter looks perplexed. “Who?” he says. “Sara Pipalini” replies the nun. St. Peter shakes his head and says “I’m sorry but that name just doesn’t ring a bell.” The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter. He reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and says. They wanted us to fly back to Protection and then fly on to Preservation. I told Bennie that it was an idea that I liked. I was ready to be home for a while. He looked thoughtful.We went to join the rest introducing everyone to each other though they were doing pretty well without our help. George and Judith had flanked Mabel and she was looking more alert and aware than I had ever seen her. Mack was in awe of the change. He whispered to Bennie and I that just Judith's presence had accomplished. “Birgit, honey, it’s time to go!” Kara called.Birgit turned, gave Kara a ‘do NOT bother me’ look, then turned back to Felipe.Jessica and I exchanged a look and both of us fought mightily to not burst out laughing as Felipe mimicked Birgit’s look with a smirk.“Birgit Elizabeth!” Kara said firmly. “Right now! And YOU Felipe, do NOT encourage her!”“That kid does NOT need any encouragement to be a pistol,” Sensei Jim said quietly from behind me.“No shit,” I replied quietly.Felipe grinned sillily,. Suddenly my toes received the same treatment – the twins! One administered each foot; somehow, they retained perfect simultaneity, proceeding from biggest toe to smallest, then soles – causing me to writhe with ticklishness – followed by heels, calves, and knees, paying special attention to the back of each knee. Aela progressed down my torso – vexingly – between my breasts toward my rippled stomach, probed into my navel; everywhere a trail of wetness left behind to chill in the breeze. .