He might have jumped out the window at that moment if she asked. “Have it your way.”
Jessica raised back to her full height, turned and strolled past the splatter of spunk. Mother Superior had gone into isolation since receiving her gift. When they arrived to check on her, she became manic and hostile. Be gone WITCH! Our ranks grow! Not food or water and certainly not this.” Jessica patted her pocket where Francis’ seed resided in a small glass vial. “I know that we are meant to use our gifts to combat corruption in the church.” She spoke with authority as she picked up a metal spoon from the dining set. He released the piece and then motioned that it was her turn. We did all that we could to tend to her in her hour of need, but alas, we could not help her. “And then Mommy is going to make you feel good. and you love it.”
Much had changed in the three weeks since the pair had visited “The Rubber Room.” Was this even still
