Chapter 45: AdviceCHAPTER 45
ADVICE
Wilmington—20 Months Ago
All the way to Wilmington I worried. Not about the assignment, and not even about facing Sister Thomas. I worried about Angie. What if I saw her? What if she saw me? I hated Tony for telling me about her the way he did, but I hated her more, and not just for running off and getting married. I hated her for making me love her so much.
St. Elizabeth’s loomed before me. My stomach churned. I found myself wondering what the hell I was afraid of. Me, Nicky the Rat, afraid to face a nun, and an old one at that. With a deep breath, I opened the doors and climbed the steps. I almost hoped she wasn’t there; then I could turn around, drive back to Hershey and finish the job.
Six steps led me to a small concrete landing, then six more,
