Chapter Twenty-One
Elizabeth envisioned the internal workings of the convent and was sure that it was holy, magical, and filled with incense and chanting. It was none of those things, more creepy than not, she realized as she came through the back door close to the kitchen. The place was as bare as her house, not like the sanctuary at church with beautiful murals, stained glass windows, honorable statutes of saints, and the larger-than-life crucifix.
The children were placed at the convent and given cots to sleep on in the basement until their mother could come home. After school, they were encouraged to play at the school grounds adjacent to the convent, that was Sister Mary Rose’s idea. “These children have been through a lot and they need to play,” she said. Mother of the House had he
