Tate finds herself able to stand on her own two feet through an entire Mass without swooning come Divine Mercy Sunday. Mother Wilmot has quit watching her like a pouch of grapeshot that might burst if it’s breathed on wrong, and Tate is allowed to practice her music again between observances. Finally, she fades back into the margins.
While the rest of the Sisters serve Compline that night, Tate claims lingering morbs and stays abed. The dormitory door shuts with a squeak behind the last exit.
She counts to one hundred.
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Tate leaves the convent bent on her own future, and slips into a sleeping boxcar.
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