My name is Tom and I had just finished making a sales call. My cellphone rang and I answered it.
"Tom, do you remember me, Sister Mary Louise?'
How could I forget. A few weeks ago I had an encounter with a nun at a hotel I was staying at. We had made passionate love together.
"I need to see you now, could you come to the city park?"
I told her I would be there in an hour's time. As I pulled up, there sat Mary Louise on a park bench. She had a suit case next to her. Mary Louise grabbed her case and ran to my car.
"Please Tom, I need your help," she told me.
She got into my car and there were tears running down her face.
"I was thrown out of the convent," she told me.
"My God, what happened?" I asked.
Some weeks had passed, she told me, and she had missed her period. Mary Louise went to the drugstore and discreetly purchased a pregnancy test kit. The test was positive. She said she was frantic, so she went to the Mother Superior and told her what had happened.
There was no compassion or mercy from one of God's representatives. Mary Louise was told to pack her things and told to get out. Mary Louise had no one to turn to. She did remember that I had given her my cellphone number. She called me.
There we sat, my head was spinning. I had made a nun pregnant, and worse, she was cast out by her convent. I drove back to my house. Mary Louise, whose name was actually Betsy, got out and we went inside.
We sat there for some time, as I tried to comfort her. Betsy was besides herself crying. I got her a small glass of wine and told her to drink it. I then told her we would work things out together. Betsy said she wasn't going to have an abortion. That was a sin to her. She wanted the baby.