conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "She’s just like Mama Rae.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Thank you, Aleah.”
conversations.prefix: Pope:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Thank you very much.” The pope and I both thanked Aleah. While I was ashamed to admit it, neither I nor the pope could cook. I had considered hiring someone with the funds provided by the church when Aleah suggested she do the cooking herself. I worried whether she could handle it at first, but all doubt went out the window on the first day, when she lined the table with irresistible dish after dish. She’d only been taking lessons from Rae for a month, but she proved an exceptionally fast learner. Of course, May helped her sister a little, but it was mostly Aleah. We changed, ate, bathed, and played with the children. Before we knew it, it was time to sleep.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “May, Aleah, time for bed.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Okay!”
conversations.prefix: May & Aleah:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes, Mother.” They said their good nights and returned to their room.
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “They’re good kids.” Her face was as devoid of emotion as usual, but something about her felt gentler than usual.
conversations.prefix: Pope:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes. I’m proud of them.” I truly was, from the bottom of my heart. At first, I’d been worried about whether I was equipped to raise them—but those worries had long since passed. I had misunderstood what parenthood was in the first place. Parenthood wasn’t just raising a child. Parenthood was watching over a child as they raised themselves. We weren’t meant to force our children to become something, but rather to help them grow into what they wanted to be. At least, that was my take on it. Naturally, I still believed in a certain level of discipline to ensure their safety.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Now then, shall we go to sleep ourselves?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes.” We headed to the bedroom and got into bed. The room, originally meant for Rae and me, only had one bed. This unfortunately meant the pope and I had to sleep together. At first, I’d had misgivings about sleeping beside a woman who looked identical to Rae, but the pope was a quick sleeper—unlike my mischievous wife—so I adjusted soon enough.
conversations.prefix: Pope:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Good night, Your Holiness.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Good night, Claire.” That was when I felt something soft touch my lips. I sat up in shock.
conversations.prefix: Pope:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Y-Y-Y-Y-Your Holiness? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “A…physical affair…isn’t cheating…right?” She spoke drowsily before she drifted into sleep completely. I was in turmoil. Oh, Rae! Please, forgive me! With this new strangeness hanging over my head, I prayed for Rae to visit me in my dreams as I closed my eyes for the night.
conversations.prefix: Pope: