To my meeting with the skywriter. I still have to figure out how to get Kate on the roof. Speaking of Kate…Want to swing by her office on the way out? See how her and the good Sister are getting along?Her door’s open. I brace my hands on the frame and lean in. Can you see her through the balloons? Sitting at her desk, with her hands folded on top—a smile stuck on her face as she nods obediently to whatever Sister Beatrice is saying.“Ladies. How are we doing this afternoon?”Kate turns to me. And her voice is strained. “Drew. There you are. I was just thinking about you”—from the way she’s gripping her hands together, it looks like she was thinking about strangling me—“while Sister Beatrice here was telling me the fascinating tale of glass houses. And how those of us who live in them shouldn’t throw stones.”She’s still smiling. But her eyes say something else entirely.It’s a little creepy.You know in Texas Chainsaw Massacre when the old man smiles just before he slits the girl’s throat?
