With her cup of tea in hand, she turned once again toward the statue of Saint Patrick and the presently deserted town square. She could hear Father Mahoney's voice streaming out from the dining room, his morning radio program a pleasant change to her usual quiet breakfast. Upstairs in the flat, Bahar and Layla were still asleep, giving her some time to think without interruption. She needed this time. Needed it desperately. Her conversation with Father Mahoney the other day had made her all too aware of that. Although she hadn't expected to be so candid about her fears, she was glad she had opened up to the kind priest. Had she gone into the church with the intention of confessing, she probably would not have been so honest about her anxieties. Maybe there were some things you couldn't tell even yourself, thought Marjan. For what was the self but a mystery? And yet, what she had told the priest had been true; she was the eldest; it was still her responsibility to take care of her sisters.
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