Seventeen
This is what she said:
There are rights, and there is Right. There are truths and there is Truth. There are loves, and there is Love. When we concentrate only on upholding the little rights, and truths, and loves, we are in danger of missing the point of life.
Kathryn was worried. Try as she might, she could not remember leaving the beach the previous afternoon and coming back to St Monica’s and getting into bed. She remembered listening to Sophia’s story of a whale, and she recalled some kind of wild immersion in the incoming tide, but she couldn’t tell if it had been an actual experience or part of a dream. She sipped on the tea that Nicola had left for her but it gave her no refreshment, no clarity on what had happened the night before.
A thought occurred to her and, putti
