“Then do it at once, madame,” the doctor told her. “I can see that you are sensible and realise it is better to face the truth rather than pretend it is not there.”
“I am very grateful to you for being honest with me, doctor.” When the doctor left, she forced herself to sit up and write a letter and the woman who came in once a day to clean the rooms took it to the Post Office.
It was to the Mother Superior of the Convent of Santa Maria Magdalena.
Kayla was just leaving the classroom where she had been talking to her Greek teacher, as one of the nuns came hurrying into the room.
“The Mother Superior wishes to see you in her office at once, Lady Kayla,” she said. “I have had such difficulty in finding you, the other girls are all having their tea.”
“I was just going to join them,” repl
