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CORD I
Even if I was just starting to show,
on the plane the two little nuns noticed. They flew from Rome to this New World.
Disembarked, I squeezed onto the shuttle. There they sat once again,
wrinkled fingers rubbing rosaries.
One stood up –
pointed to my pensive palm
resting on my belly –
offered me her seat.
I declined (she was elderly),
but in Italian, the two pressed forcefully.
A local woman looked at me – hand clutching the rail next to mine she laughed and said,
“They don’t know – we don’t do that.”