So here’s the story. Somehow, I am a Witch riding car my broom broke so I became a mail carrier shirt kid growing up in the convent. It’s sort of semi-traditional. The nuns dress in jeans and T-shirts or sweat around the convent when they are doing quite a lot of hard work, but when they leave to go to services, to travel, or to go somewhere on official business, they wear their habits. They also have a PT suit and go running as a group 3 times a week. I must have stuck that in there from when I was in the Army.
My background story Witch riding car my broom broke so I became a mail carrier shirt . A one point, I’m a Jewish kid being hidden in the convent during WWII pretending to be an orphan who is related to one of the sisters, but the dream shifts at some point, and it takes place in the present, and at this point, I actually am related to one of the nuns. Her sister & brother-in-law die, and there are no other close family members to take me, and the convent was an orphanage once upon a time, and still has the charter, so she gets a dispensation from the bishop to take me, as long as the Mother Superior OKs it, which she does. Rosalind Russell is the Mother Superior, and Audrey Hepburn is the one I’m related to. But for some reason, Susan Sarandon is the one I for to the most comforting, or advice.