Children swirled around her as she stepped out into the bright sunshine, beautiful children with eager faces. Brown faces, black faces, white faces. "Lisa, welcome," called Sister Maria Francisco as she rounded the corner of the chapel, her abbreviated dove gray habit a solemn contrast to the riotous beauty of the bougainvillea climbing the white brick chapel wall. "Sister Maria," Lisa said, hurrying forward with a smile. The nun clasped both of Lisa's hands in hers. They were on the same eye level, and neither of them was much taller than the children who gathered around and clamored for attention. "I'm glad you're here," Sister Maria said, her plump cheeks dimpling. "You're exactly what we need. What the children need. Or maybe what the children's stomachs need." She laughed, a deep throaty chuckle. A slim dark boy tugged at Sister Maria's arm and whispered to her in Spanish. Sister Maria spoke to him rapidly, and although Lisa understood some Spanish, she could make out no more than a few words of this particular exchange.
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