Joan thought they were going to be made redundant, recalled, and redistributed. Hardly terms that should apply to nuns, but true nevertheless. Driving back from the garage in the worst storm of the winter, having failed the government's transport test for their old car and no funds for another one, Reverend Mother Joan of the Stella Maris Convent didn't hold much hope for their future. Expenses were overtaking them and the boiler was on the blink. Even Sister Imelda, who could fix anything mechanical, wouldn't risk another patch on it. Winter would be so cold. What happened next along the dark muddy lane that led to the old convent was to bring about a change in their lives that was destined to color their future forever.
Joan thought they were going to be made redundant, recalled, and redistributed. Hardly terms that should apply to nuns, but true nevertheless. Driving back from the garage in the worst storm of the winter, having failed the government's transport test for their old car and no funds for another one, Reverend Mother Joan of the Stella Maris Convent didn't hold much hope for their future. Expenses were overtaking them and the boiler was on the blink. Even Sister Imelda, who could fix anything mechanical, wouldn't risk another patch on it. Winter would be so cold. What happened next along the dark muddy lane that led to the old convent was to bring about a change in their lives that was destined to color their future forever.
