“Mr. O"Neal is here to see you, Margareatha. Put on a clean apron and go to Mother Superior"s parlor. Cover that wild red hair. Do try to control your tongue. You will be without the evening meal if you insult either. And hurry. They are too important for the likes of you to keep waiting.”
Sister Agnes frowned at the young woman washing the dishes. She was a disgrace; a heretic. Sister Agnes would be happy to see this one depart, but Mother Elizabeth was not to be disputed.
Margareatha glared at the woman. Why would she want to see him? He had refused to help Mama and the boys. He had knocked her down and locked her in that shed. Then he drugged her to get her on that stage to the nunnery. If she threw one of the dishes the Sisters would drag her into that basement room again, and withho
