Rama opened the door. Sister Geraldine sat on the straight-backed chair facing Mother Superior’s uncomfortable horsehair sofa. The senior nun paced in a circular pattern, rosary swinging. The room heaved with Mother’s energy.
“Mary Rama!” Sister Geraldine gasped. “We didn’t expect you.”
Mother Superior stopped, shifted direction to the sofa, and sat arranging her skirts in a semicircle.
“I said I’d be here.”
“Yes, you did.” Mother Superior composed her face and smiled. “Good morning. Where’s Manorama Mary?”
“I didn’t bring her. We need to have a serious conversation without her distractions. Ajibai, did you sleep well?” A few pleasantries never hurt.
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