"Sorry you're stuck with me," she apologizes.
"It's okay, could be worse," I laugh. "But, I think I know a way you can make it up to me."
"Um, you, you do?"
"Do you know where I can get my hands on a telephone?"
* * *
Sister Dawn keeps a watch outside of Mother Superior's office while I use the phone at her desk. I need to get in touch with Detective Robbins.
I dial his cell number and plead with God to make him answer.
"Robbins," I hear on the other end of the line.
"Tony!" I practically scream, "It's Suri!"
"Suri? What's wrong?"
"Mother Superior is insane! She hit me! You put me here for my protection, God damn it!"
I'm sorry, my eyes shoot up to the heavens, before landing on the large crucifix hanging on the wall across the room.
"Fuck, Suri, I'm sorry. I'm trying to get you placed somewhere else. I swear, I am. I need you to have patience. Please just try to be good and keep your head down. Get yourself off of her radar, okay."
"Yeah, thanks for the advice. Can you at least do a drop-in soon? I'm going crazy here, and I could really use a friend."
"Sure thing, kid. I'll come soon, I promise."
"Thanks, Tony."
Please don't let me down.
Father Stone
"Thankyou for meeting with me, Father," Sister Mary Margaret says, as she takes a seat in the chair in front of me. She is Mother Superior at Our Lady of Heavenly Hope, our sister parish.
It's been a few days since Sister Suri saw me in the Rectory. She hasn't been back to the office since. I have a bad feeling about the conversation that is about to take place.
"I will always make time for you, Reverend Mother. Please, tell me what is that's distressing you."
"Father, you must forgive me. I've lost sleep over what I am about to tell you. I swore I wouldn't say anything, but I can't be silent any longer. I fear the Monastery could be in danger."
I stare at the miserable woman in front of me, wishing I were anywhere but here. She doesn't like anyone, but for some reason, to my chagrin, she doesn't seem to have an issue with me. She is about thirty years my senior and grouchy as hell. If she weren't a nun, she'd make one hell of a strict Domme.
"Yes, of course. What is it?"
"I assume you've met Sister Suri? I sent her here last week because she is an insufferable nuisance."
"I've seen her in the front office, but we haven't been officially introduced yet, no."
Sister Suri.
Yes, I know exactly who she is. And after the other day, she is sure to know more about me than I'd like her to.
Sister Suri, who's been taunting me for the past week.
Sister Suri with the deliciously pouty lips.