"No," Martier interrupted. "I think I'd like to say goodbye to some of the sisters and the little ones." She had never liked when an aspirant had been there one day only to disappear and never return without even a goodbye. She lifted her chin. "Besides, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not afraid to show my face."
Tim smiled. It was the first time he'd done so this horrible day. They arrived at St. Bartholoma, and Martier instructed him to pull around back where deliveries were dropped off.
She rang the buzzer and after a moment a tinny voice could be heard. "Jane? Jane!"
The door opened and a small woman rushed at the tall girl, hugging her about her waist and looking up as if she was peering at a giant. Martier was grinning broadly.
"Sister Mary!" Otherwise known as Sister Short Ma
