“To what extent has our safety been compromised?” “I don’t think we’re in any greater danger than before, Mother,” she answered carefully. “We were already threatened once. This is a repeat of the same.” Reverend Mother nodded, lost in thought. “I have new orders for all our externs. Whenever possible I’d like you to travel in pairs when you leave our grounds. And, Sister Agatha, I’d prefer you stop using the motorcycle altogether. It makes you too vulnerable. From now on, use the station wagon unless, of course, you have no other choice.” “Mother, the problem is that the wagon costs a lot more to run and maintain. The gasoline alone…well, that car burns up fuel like a jumbo jet.” “God will provide for us, whatever our needs,” she said firmly. Realizing that Reverend Mother’s mind was made up, Sister Agatha nodded. “All right, Mother.” Sister Agatha left Mother’s office and headed directly to the parlor. Sister Jo was there behind the desk, hanging up the phone.
