Most were older, but there were a few novices and young ones. They still wore their habits then, complete with wimples.The first morning I was there,...after breakfast sister Bridgette came in with a washbasin and washcloth and said I was getting a bath in bed. Now she was hardly out of her teens, wore the white wimple of a novice, and had green eyes, traces of red hair peeking out of her headgear, and a delightful Irish brogue.She efficiently soaped and rinsed my face, arms, legs and torso, all. I hope you never hear it but, her cry turned into a desperate squeak of a squeal."I couldn't answer her when she cried in that high pitch, 'Mommie? Why did they do that to my Princess ... Why?' Mickey said as she sobbed and sobbed."I can't describe the emotion I felt at that second. Frustration and anger swirled together perhaps. I blamed myself and Lindie for our fourteen year-old love and then I didn't. Confusion set into my head.Quickly I realized, there was nothing I could do to change the. He handled a few calls for herbefore she called him back in.She put the paper in front of him to sign. He read over the terms thatmatched what Cara had proposed earlier. The moving date was a littlemore than a week away on a Saturday. She was to keep all his furnitureand decorations, while he was to keep hers. The only things they wouldbe taking from their own residences were their photographs, clothes,shoes, jewelry and other apparel.Tim hesitated as he took hold of the pen. He had never seen. She turned and said loudly, Grandma, he's here!" And she escorted me into the house with her hand on my bicep."Dan," Nina said, "This is my grandmother, Helen Sayers. Grandma, this is my friend, Dan Gleason." I'm pleased to meet you, Dan," Helen said. "Nina has been going on about you for a week." Nina is a bit of work," I said. "I'm pleased to meet you, too, Mizz Helen."Helen smiled. "Don't do "Mizz Helen" with me. I'm not THAT old..." Okay," I said, but my poor ol' momma would beat me if I.