She was always the last to leave her department. Work was solace. Her life seemed to be unraveling. There was her father—it fell on her shoulders to put the old man to bed after each binge. He was always weak. Each time there was another problem, he would turn to his wine. And now, there were mor...
She looked across the table at several faces of nuns she didn’t know. “I noticed you two drove into town this evening,” said Mother Faustine. “Where did you get that beautiful truck?” “It’s my brother-in-law’s,” said Sister Daniela. “Michel said we can borrow it in the evening. He uses it for wor...
She did not remember it being so busy on the one other day she was able to join the brothers for breakfast. Searching through the sea of faces, she found the abbot sitting at the end of one table and quickly placed her tray beside his. “Good morning, Sister,” he said. “I have not seen you around ...