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 here lately. Did you get my note?” “That’s exactly why I wanted to speak with you. You sent me the name Father Teo. I suppose it happens that priests change their names when they move from one position to another, but it isn’t that common. I don’t suppose you were able to get a bit more information—especially in light of the recent scandals.” “That’s all the bishop had, Sister. I’m afraid I don’t know the parish or region or even if he used that name. Remember that he has been here for nearly twenty years, which is before the rules were changed. I suggest you approach the bishop yourself. It isn’t fair that you were hired to get more information while still handcuffed by the victim’s past.”
