Waking up next to Lanying is a treat the next morning. I dreaded the new sun to rise, but this day might turn out to be good after all. With her candid humor, Lanying has all nuns—including Palmo—rolling with laughter, even before prayer has been done. She always knows what to say, what’s on the edge, and what to leave behind. How I wish I had that gift.
I raise my eyebrows as she points at the big bag in the corner of the kitchen.
“There’s no way a sister of mine will be seen in that.” She rolls her eyes at my plain dress.
Quickly, I glance around. Good, beside Jomo, all nuns have gone to morning prayer. My hands go through the bag to find the finest wool and velvet, stiffened silk and satin, fur trims, soft leather boots, and an intricate embroidered belt. In heavenly hues of blue,
