Summer evening with visiting Sister Patricious and Sister Mary. Sister Mary has been teaching us to chase the devil. But now playing cards are packed away, and Horlick’s is being made. There is a firm knocking at the door, Sister Mary seems surprised that an unexpected visitor could be calling at such a late hour. The visitor is my 6ft tall, long-haired friend, Aidan. Sister Mary looks shocked that I should have a gentleman caller so late in the evening. Her eyebrows are somewhat raised. Aidan is ushered in to the dining room, where we are all gathered. He needs to speak with me about our plans to attend the Glastonbury festival. Sister Mary’s eyebrows are now walking up her forehead. We continue our discussions and Sister Mary gathers I’m going to be in all male company. Her eyebrows climb closer toward her hairline. Simon has his own tent, and Aidan has secured a good sized tent for me, him, and Joel to squeeze into. Sister Mary’s eyebrows are now teetering on the brink, eager to escape and throw themselves off her cliff side face. If it weren’t for her habit, keeping them from encroaching higher, I do believe they would have taken the leap and fallen off.