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“Oh good!” the abbot exclaims, stepping out from behind Elijah and beaming down at me. “We were just looking for you.”
Oh God. Why were they looking for me?
Why is Elijah here again? Why did Elijah have to find me right now, at the stupidest possible moment? It couldn’t have been while I was vacuuming? Praying? Reading a book? Looking very serious and important? It had to be now?
Why why why why why why—
I try to dismount my bouncy ball, which is harder than it sounds in a robe and heavy work shoes. Eventually giving up on dignity, I stand up with the ball between my legs and free my robes, until I’m finally standing like a normal person in front of my abbot and my ex-boyfriend. The embarrassment is like being shellacked with hot asphalt from the inside out—all of me is g
