248/365 Blast from the Past

"So Sr. Ursula just got off the phone," Sr. Fern says to us, one eyebrow up. It's late March and live has marched on at it's normal pace. "Guess who was calling?"

We look around at each other. Someone guesses the archbishop. "No," Fern shakes her head. "Far better than that. It was a public school in Bottineau, North Dakota. They had a new family move in, and they listed us as the previous school attended by their children Drina, Luca, and Aisha."

Cynthia puts her head in her hands. My milk almost comes out my nose. Everyone at the table waits for her to continue.

"I told them we didn't know much at all about them, but that they'd left in a big hurry back in October. They were trying to get some information because they hadn't even figured out what nationality the Avdos were. So I just told them we never were sure ourselves. But good luck to them."

And so ended the Great Bosnian Invitation.