We had a crazy neighbor with 15 kids who was a religious nut. It didn’t take much in the way of stress for her to feel the need to pack a bunch of us into the Lincoln Continental, shower us in holy water and drive down by Wingersheek to see crackpot religious films. Our favorite was the 3 girls in Fatima falling to their knees with visions of the Virgin Mary. When we had nothing else to do, Marianne, Paula and I would practice falling violently to our knees to see if we could whip up a religious fervor.
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