Almost business like John told her to be at New Street by 1pm on the Saturday. He also instructed her to have a spare set of clothes with her. This ...n itself seemed to tell her to wear her cheapest, disposable gear.At 1pm as arranged she strode up to John in an old but clean pair of jeans, Yellow T shirt and not so special underwear. John gave a hint of a smile. He approved.Once again they were soon speeding off down Hagley Road towards his abode. Very few words were said but he made a. " Personally, I thought she was over-reacting. Maybe a change of subject would help to defuse the situation. "Why are you dressed like that?" I asked, remember that a person's favourite subject is themself. "MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!" she shrieked, thus dashing any thoughts I may have had to parlay my diplomatic skills into a job with the United Nations. "I'm sorry I peeked in your window," I said, trying another tack. "Ijust caught a glimpse accidently as I was coming up to the door, and. I do not doubt that you would soon be earning a living in a whorehouse and would not suffer immediately. However, whores tend to catch awful diseases, and to die young, in cruel circumstances, so it isn't a very tempting option. Now, the Bishop and I have devised a way in which you can continue to serve the Church while not actually being in a Convent. On the Bishop's advice, the Mother Superior has agreed that you can remain technically a member of the order, but that you will be on Sabbatical. They wanted to talk wedding and I groaned inwardly. While I was looking forward to the actual event, I wanted nothing to do with the planning. I figured our mother and Lucy would want to do most of it anyway.I managed to restrict my involvement to offering my opinions on what they decided but only when asked for my comments. I finally managed this by telling her that they were much better at these things than I could ever hope to be and I was afraid I'd screw something up. Being female, this.