Chapter Twenty Three
Irene felt her face go slack. “A-a Nun? I mean...” Her voice staggered, shamelessly, as she studied the girl more closely.
Sissy flipped hair off a freckled face and Irene noticed the blush rise in the girl’s cheeks. “Not a Nun, a Novice.”
“A Novice.” Irene confirmed, trying to rein in her look of surprise.
Sissy stared at Irene a moment then started to giggle. “Yes. I came to Haiti after the earthquake. I was with the Sisters of St. Mary’s and we arrived on the island to work with the locals; relief work.
“And now you work the Bikini-Bus? That’s a leap-and-a-half. What am I missing?”
“Guess I was disillusioned,” Sissy explained. “You wouldn’t have believed what I saw when we first arrived in Port au Prince. The City was in ruins, smashed, unrecognizable as a pla
