Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves

As Sister Delilah left the library, a flowery scent tickled her nose and she followed it to find another nun sitting in a small laundry room, folding freshly cleaned clothes and placing them in a wicker basket. The nun looked over to her and smiled, "You must be Sister Delilah. I am Sister Charlotte. I know you just got here, but would you mind giving me a hand with these? I'd really appreciate it." She nodded to tan he open dryer with clothes inside it.

"Of course. It wouldn't be very nun-like of me to refuse helping my fellow sister, now would it?" Delilah sat on a wooden stool next to the other nun and began folding clothes along side her, "I'm surprised with how much technology the sisters here use."

Sister Charlotte raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Do they not use technology in the convent you left?"

Sister Delilah shook her head, "We were much more 'hands on' where I'm from. The head of our sect preferred that personal touch, saying that it brought us closer to our faith." As she conversed with Sister Charlotte, she pondered the idea of sabotaging the nuns' clothes in some way, wondering what the sisters would do without clothes to hide their forbidden fruit.

"I can understand that line of thought, but here we believe that technology allows us more time for prayer and other forms of worship." Sister Charlotte placed the last of clothes into the wicker basket, "Would you mind delivering these to the sister's rooms? I have another load to put in the dryer. Each habit has been folded separately. Just place one on each of the sisters' beds and leave the basket next to the last room, I'll grab it when I'm done here." She looked at Delilah with her pleading grey eyes.

"Of course." Delilah replied with a smile. She grabbed the basket and headed upstairs to the bedrooms.