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Beekeeper
In Black and White.
Sister Veronica wore a long black and white “habit” and it went to her ankles just above her sensible black flats. She was tall and stood perfectly straight at all times. If you slouched in your seat in class or worse, in the pew at morning Mass, a long bony finger would jam into the center of your back to remind you to live straight like Sister V.
She lived in a little white house in the parking lot of the school. It had black shutters and a black roof. In the yard next to the house stood two white wooden dressers with black handles on the drawers. When we were at recess, we’d line the chain link fence at a safe distance and watch her as she donned a netted facemask and began opening the drawers that were filled with her bees. It only made sense that Sister Veronica was impervious to the stings of bees and even more stunning, she apparently kept them as pets.
