A smile crept across her lips while a tear formed at the corner of her eye. She looked at her wrist, the familiar black beads of the silver Rosary hung loosely. She brought it up to her lips and kissed the crucifix, comforted to have a connection with her past.
“I doubt this was Eleanor’s reason for giving me that clue,” Clara said as her boot soles squeezed out water with every step. “Still, I’m thankful for finding my way back here.”
Comforted or not, Clara had questions for Eleanor. Their paths crossed often and guessed the opportunity would come up soon. This meeting with Sister Maria led to more questions than answers.
“Figures…” Clara grumbled.
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