Chapter Twenty-Two
The kitchen was a busy place in the morning, made more chaotic with the O’Sullivan children. Sister Mary Rose oversaw the congestion of people. Nuns ate their oatmeal as children waited with their bowls. When a nun left, a child sat down.
There were six nuns, not a large convent, but the school wasn’t large either. It would have been larger if the Mexican church didn’t have its own school with dark-skinned, Spanish-speaking nuns from the old country. Certainly, the Mexican church and school were small too, and they could have joined the white church, but that was the way it was. They did not mix. The nuns said it was because there were enough old Mexicans who did not speak English so it warranted a priest from Mexico and their own church. Why they had a separate school
