Mother Ethel entered the room,she loved this room,lined with bookshelves; a table stood in the far right of the room and in the centre of the room was...a straight backed chair.The room was in the back of the convent ,it had one small window high up in the wall to afford privacy . "Would you like tea ,Mother Ethel ?" Sr.Fidelma asked.Mother Ethel looked at the clock on the wall opposite the chair,it was 9am."Not now,but thank you Sr.Fidelma;I will take tea at 11am; I best start,will you send the. She wore a smart black business suit, the jacket of which buttoned below her full breasts and over the smart red satin blouse which gaped, ever so slightly, between the buttons where I caught a glimpse of her red bra. She was dressed so neatly that I could only imagine that beneath her tightly fitted black, knee length, pencil skirt she probably wore matching red pants. I gripped her hand maybe a little too long as she let go first and smiled "Oh, I'm sorry," I blurted out, "I didn't expect a. Okay, Lena’s a high school girl, there’s only two theaters in town, and they’re popular among her age group both as places of employment and as social venues.Two girls and a guy came up.“Hi, Lena,” one of the girls said. “Last movie before graduation?”“You betcha,” Lena popped. She grabbed my hand. “This is my benefactor, Jay Harris. Jay, this is Kitty, and this one is Eileen, but she spells it A-I-S-L-I-N and this is Jeremy.”“Uh, what’s a benefactor,” Aislin asked.“Somebody who comes home for. All she asks is that you read the inscriptions inside and honor them, and that you treasure them, and only way you ever turn them loose is when you give them to your firstborn daughters. Will you agree to her terms?”First they were silent. When they tried to talk, all that came out were sobs. They had just calmed down when I showed them the inscriptions, and then they started again. No more work got done that day.Sunday morning they had calmed down and surprised me, trying to give them back..