The Mafia

A sister
told me a story
about the Mafia.

Years and years ago
this particular sister
was walking down a New York block
with another sister.
Habboted.
They were startled by
a gruff voice yelling
from an apartment window above.
The women knew the building
to be owned by a certain mafia family
who had always remained neutral
about the sisters' presence
in the neighborhood.

Until now.

"If you lay one hand
on those nuns,
I will kill you!"

The sisters turned around
just in time
to see a man,
knife in hand,
who merely seconds before had been prepared
to attack the two women.

Funny how the Lord works.