After Mass he greeted my sister and mentioned seeing her at the Eucharistic Congress on Friday. She said that she hadn’t seen him. He replied that he’d been sitting in the back during the nun’s talk.
“Which nun was that?” Dom asked.
“The superior of the Dominicans in Michigan,” he replied.
“Mother Assumpta Longa,” my sister added. Then corrected herself, “Long not Longa. I don’t know why I always say that.”
“Because you want it to agree in gender, number, and case with Assumpta,” I answered.
At which Father laughed. I guess I can assume he took Latin.
(Ok it wasn’t really even a joke. But I was pleased to have been understood.)