The things that were true, he admitted to, the things that weren't he denied. She had realized even then that he had always been honest with her.Her e...es sought him out now, she didn't want to die, but could she do this? She knew deep down he was a gentle man, and would make things as easy on her as possible, but could she do what he wanted her to do?She watched him approach a nude woman who was sitting at a table crying. He said something to her and she shook her head. He talked with her some. The good news was, there weren't a lot of nuns. Only one other in North America. Sister Theodora was her name, and she was a dirty-blonde woman that appeared eighteen year old with a heart-shaped face and blue eyes. Karen told us about the gifts nuns get from Gabriel: eternal youth, the ability to see auras, their prayers. I was surprised to learn Karen was fifty-one, she looked eighteen. She had spent four years as a Thrall to a woman named Susanne before she was freed and joined the nuns. I’d put three small steaks to thaw in the refrigerator, and over the weekend I’d picked up more groceries. Thus, I had the makings for a reasonably fast meal for the three of us. Of course, I insisted that the girls call their parents before we started on dinner, and fortunately those calls were short and uneventful.I put the girls in my guest room that had twin beds in it. I insisted that they mess up the beds and make them look and feel slept in. I also invited them to spread their wardrobe. I meant to thaw out some more bacon last night; I had unexpected visitors for breakfast who ate up the whole pack!”The grin told me she didn’t mind one little bit; was just a tad mad at herself for forgetting and not being prepared.“Mel and I, we’ll be happy to clear up the tiramisu for breakfast? Make some space in the refrigerator?”She chuckled, “No, honey, I won’t let you sacrifice your waistlines. You’ll get what we’re all having. Besides, I need you stone cold sober for church. EVERYONE is.