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“I know … in that way he is. But in the pulpit, or the confessional,
he’s not just a man, he’s God’s emissary.”
Maureen shrugged and bit into her cookie. “If you say so.”
The door opened and Tyne looked up to smile at the short darkhaired
girl who sprinted across the room and threw herself on the
bed beside Tyne.
“Moon River, you’re back. Good to see you, kid.” She squeezed
Tyne’s hand where it lay on the bedspread.
“Good to see you, too, Carol Ann Shaughnessy, alias Curly. How’s
it going?”
“Great.”
But Tyne noticed dark circles under the brown eyes which usually
sparkled with life and good humour. Today, in spite of her show of
spirit, Curly’s eyes looked almost lifeless. Tyne frowned as the smaller
girl removed her nurse’s cap and flung it over to her own bed.
Dark curls sprung out from every part of her head, and she ran her
fingers through them.
“Hey, Moon River, let’s see.” She took Tyne’s left hand in hers, just
as Moe had done. “What, no ring yet?”
“C’mon, you guys. I hope you haven’t told the whole residence I
would be coming back with a ring on my finger.”
“Not only the whole res, my dear,” Moe said as she leaned over to
offer the cookie tin to Curly, “but the whole hospital as well.”
“Don’t pay any attention to her,” Curly said when she saw Tyne’s
stricken look. “We haven’t said a word to anyone. You know us – the
close-mouthed stooges.” She took a cookie and handed the tin back
to Moe. Turning to Tyne, she asked, “No problem with you and Morley,
is there?”
It was Moe who answered. “No, just the usual. They can’t get married
without the church’s consent, and Daddy’s consent as well. And
neither are forthcoming. I’m glad I don’t have problems like that. I
don’t answer to any church, not like you guys.”
“I don’t have problems, Moe,” Curly said quietly.
“No, of course not. You’re going to be a nun, anyway.”
Tyne frowned. “Moe, what are you talking about?”
“Well, she may as well be a nun.
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