I just entered the convent a year ago." Sister Tera adjusted her habit. "Is Evelyn well?" The nun missed a step. "Evelyn is…she is as well as she can be. Wait! Are you…" Timothy nodded. Sister Tera clasped her hands. Her large brown eyes crinkled with a joyful smile. "God be praised. Perhaps you can help. She has been calling for her son. The poor woman needs a little peace." Timothy sighed. Time did not touch many things here. "I have heard all about you, Timothy. Mother Mae speaks highly of you," the nun said. "She doesn't talk about…no, never mind." "Here is your room. Please see your mother as soon as you are able. Even the abbess cannot ease her mind." Tera glanced down at Cat. "She will go to the stable. You only need to open the door and point it out." "Baa!" "Uh, okay," Sister Tera said. Cat fell in beside the nun. Sister Tera glanced over her shoulder. "Your timing can only be God's will. Please enjoy your rest." The guest room contained a simple bed and a small table. Dry towels were folded neatly beside the simple washbasin.
