Chocolate Cake
My sister Joan and I were two of the girls who did not receive visitors very often on Sundays, which was visiting day. Therefore we were afforded certain privileges that
the other girls were not. I waited tables in the nun’s dining room and Joan worked in the prefect’s dining room.
The girls who did have visitors were allowed to receive all kinds of goodies and I remember one girl once got a whole chicken. I don't ever remember having chicken for dinner in St. Agatha, The home. Once, another girl got this whole big chocolate cake. I also remember never having cake in The home. For safekeeping she put the cake in her locker not knowing that my sister had her eye on that cake.
When the girls were lining up to go to the dorm Joan hung back at the end of the line and when she was alone she made a mad dash for that locker, threw it open and stuck her hand in and grabbed a great big chunk out of the cake. She was terrified that she would get caught but she shoved the whole piece of cake in her mouth and nearly choked on it.
The next day the owner of the cake went to her locker and was furious. She wanted to know who took the big chunk out of the cake. After an investigation into who the culprit was, eventually the investigation ended. They never found out my sister was the one that raided the locker.
Usually on Sunday we got a large cookie for dessert and if you had visitors that day, and came back with special treats, everyone begged you for your cookie. Since my sister and I did not receive visitors, we were among the girls who begged the more fortunate girls for their cookies. Because we were less fortunate, I believe we enjoyed eating our begged for cookies more than they enjoyed their special treats from their visitors.
Of cause, the sight of my sister Joan stuffing her mouth and choking on that big piece of cake will always be one of my more memorable moments at St. Agatha.