‘A nun? A Catholic nun? That can’t be possible. She’s your mother! She’s had a child!’ ‘My mom is a widow,’ Abbey said. ‘And there’s no problem with a widowed woman who’s had a child becoming a nun, as long as the child isn’t dependent. In any event, the monastery she’s a part of isn’t exclusively Catholic. It’s Christian.’ ‘Monastery? You mean convent,’ said Suzanne. ‘No. Benedictines live a monastic life.’ ‘Holy Mother of God,’ cried Deirdre. ‘He’s left his house to the Moonies.’ ‘No,’ said Abbey steadily. ‘This is a proper Christian community of sisters.’ ‘You have got to be kidding me.’ Donald’s face was like thunder. ‘You’re saying that Dad’s house, the house he’s always loved and worked so hard to get, is now half owned by a gang of lunatic lesbian nuns?’ ‘They’re not lesbians!’ cried Abbey. ‘Although even if they were, there’s no need for you to be so insulting.’ ‘There’s something very weird about a gang of women holing themselves up together behind high walls,’ said Donald.
