Chapter 7As Cindy had predicted, we arrived in Raleigh in time for supper. Sue was a very affable woman of undetermined age with a smooth face that reminded me of some of the nuns I had seen in the missions of West Africa. ‘Sister Sue’ met the four of us with open arms at the door of an old ranch-like house, invited us in, and directed us to the bathrooms where “you can wash-up before supper,” she said, as if talking to a bunch of kids coming to stay with her after a long trip.
Mark was far too tired to argue, but he asked Aziz to check his bandages – the wound seemed to bother him a lot more after all that sitting in Cindy’s car. Aziz agreed and entered the same bathroom as Mark did under the curious gaze of Sister Sue.
She was taking fresh sheets out of the hall closet. “What’s going
