Sister Isabella: Sister Roberts, you may know that we grow a most delicious variety of pear in the humble orchards of our convent. I offer this fruit to you in the hope that it may ease your concerns and validate your contributions to the world in the service of our Lord. It is perfectly ripe and ready to be eaten.

The Mother Superior of Saint Jude's is still bristling at being called Sister instead of Mother Superior by the brash young acolyte, but she is also well aware of the almost mythical quality of Daughters of Saint Paul pears. With a nod of her head and a greedy smile she ignores the insult and accepts the gift.