The next time Rama looked up, the nuns had blown out their candles. Moonlight streamed through the windows. A figure approached from the shadows.
“My child! It’s so good to see you. I pray for you every day.” Sister Geraldine embraced Rama who remained still. “Mary Rama, is something wrong?”
“You taught Mano different prayers,” Rama replied coldly.
“I don’t understand.”
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