ABSTRACT
One of my franciscan sisters, fully habited, was travelling by coach. In front of her were a mother with her young daughter, the latter fascinated by this rather odd-looking figure sitting behind her. After much peering between the seats, puzzled looks and loud whisperings, the embarrassed mother explained that 'it' was a 'nun'. The little girl, with curiosity still unsatisfied, peered once again between the seats and politely asked my sister, 'Excuse me, do you have breasts?'
