Right! So lovely Phillip pointed out the lovely way to the lovely church. Lovely! Our lovely ladies started down the hillside and walked across a field, crossed over a lovely brook using a lovely little bridge. The ladies chatted:
Somehow the path to the church hadn't changed at all since 1969! Realizing this, the fat lady knew she hadn't either! Such a magical place! She felt 15 again! She started to run down the little path, as she had so many years ago. Almost instantly she felt her mistake: