"I believe you know Jacob Foster," Laura said. "He's the pastor at our church."
The older man held out his hand and Sister Tiffany shook it. "Yes, we've met before," she said. Oddly, though, she had the feeling that this was the first time they had ever met. But that was ridiculous, right? Jacob Foster was one of the biggest religious leaders in town. Of course she had met him.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Laura left the living room sofa to see who was at the door. After opening it, Sister Tiffany spotted an older mannish-looking woman standing outside.
"Oh, Biff," Laura said. "You shouldn't have."
"Oh please, dear. It's the least I can do," the older woman said, smiling.
"Well, since you're here, please come in."
"Alright," Biff said.
Laura turned to the rest of the people in the room. "This is my neighbor. Biff Henderson." She grabbed the container full of baked cookies out of Biff's hands, then went into the kitchen.
The moment Biff entered the living room and locked gazes with Tiffany, there was a very odd moment.
"Biff? Is ... is that you?" Tiffany asked. A rush of memories entered her head. Ones that conflicted greatly with her new persona. She looked down at herself. "What am I wearing?"
"Tiffany?" Biff asked, at the same time. "Why are you dressed as a nun?" He looked down at himself (he was still male where it counted). "What am I wearing?"
Laura came back into the room, looking concerned. "Are you two okay?"
