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Show 281 realized, drawn along after them, these girls in their well-fitted red uniforms, like a detached planet which was momentarily altered by any body passing by. They passed on out the entrance, and boarded one of the hotel limosines waiting at the curb. She hesitated-should she go back and walk the aisles some more? For this wandering, these moments stolen from the red brick building of the school, were strangely pleasing to her. They satisfied a certain hunger in some inner part of herself. But now coming through the entrance doors-before she could turn away-was a pair of nuns, and one of them-the tall thin woman in glasses-was Sister Joan. Her sixth grade teacher. She looked as she had always looked, not one day older, with her starched white collar, her eyes quick behind her glasses. Sharon greeted her; she remembered Sharon. "I heard about your parents," Sister Joan said. "I trust He has given you strength." Her eyes were sharp, quick, taking Sharon in, evaluating her: a friendly-but a rigorous-examination. "Yes," Sharon said. "Yes, He has." "And I trust He has also guided your brother through this difficult time?" She had been Robbie's sixth grade teacher also, but he had been one of her star students. "Yes, Sister." "I heard he graduated from Loyola," her sharp, precise voice was now touched with pride, "I always had confidence in Robbie. I heard he took a position in this area." Sharon told her that he was working for Sun Research, on the |