There is more to this story.

Professor Ambrose Penwose. Kiwi

Good Evening,

Single men must resolve to occasionally be “fixed up,” with dates, blind or not, whom others consider a perfect match. Those things seldom end well. I remember the time…

Doctor Swigmon Fwad, Kiwi, invited me to his home to meet his sister.
From his front door he escorted me to the parlor where a woman was seated in a stuffed chair by the fireplace, doodling.

Swigmon bowed and held out a stretched hand in her direction,
“Allow me to present my sister, the sister.”
I saw that she was wearing a habit.
Me: Your sister is a nun?
She looked at me delicately and said, “Bless You, My Son!”
He: Yes, Sister Mary Poppins.”
Me: Sister Mary Poppins?
She: WHY DON’T YOU COME TO CHURCH?”
He: She’s also bipolar.”
She: YOU’RE GONNA BURN IN HELL!”
He: With Tourette's.”
Me: I thought you were Jewish?
He: We are. She’s not a real nun. She just thinks she’s a nun. It’s one of her personalities.
She: YOUR WHOLE FAMILY’S GONNA BURN IN HELL!
Me: She’s a schizo?
HE: That’s not the correct term, but Yes. She’s actually quite the crowd. I’m treating them.
She: YOUR DOG IS GONNA BURN IN HELL!


There is more to this story. I ended up marrying her actually, but that’s enough for now.

Penwose Out,
By George
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