|"Here. Try this one."|
This morning, as news got around (as news does in any community setting!), suggestions abounded. Up in the provincialate there was a stash of mystery keys: maybe one of those would fit. (No.) Sister Margaret has a mystery key! (Nope.) There was only one option left: John the handyman would have to drill the lock out. (What would the noise do to the cats?) On my way to the office, I nodded to the sister who stood out in the hall, waiting for John. "Pray to St Peter!" I said. That got her thinking. Sure, Peter has keys, but isn't there a patron saint of locksmiths or something?
Sure enough. As the local superior approached with yet another set of mystery keys (this is a big place), Sister was on her phone, learning about St Baldomerus and the Baldomeric oath (the locksmith equivalent of the Hippocratic oath). "You know," she said to the superior, "There's a patron saint of locksmiths! It's St Baldo--" a key turned in the lock "--merus."
Remember that for next time!