Column Classic: Mother Mary and the Terrorists
By Lisa Scottoline
They say that the past isn’t even past, and that’s always true when Mother Mary is around.
It all begins with a call from Brother Frank.
“I got bad news,“ he says. “We’re bastards.”
“Wha?” asks I.
“Well, we went to get mom’s driver’s license renewed.”
So far, I’m following. Mother Mary doesn’t drive, but she carries an ID card that the Florida DMV issues. Her last card expired, which I found out on her last visit after I tried to put her on a plane back to Miami. They wouldn’t let her fly until they patted her down, which she enjoyed way too much.
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