Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“Were you telling the truth about the falcons?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about that or anything else.”
“Oh. Right. Because priests don’t lie?”
“Because I don’t lie. Left here.”
She turned into the next hallway, depriving my view of her face. “Will I be able to see the falcons outside? Do the fledglings fly near the school?”
“Sometimes.”
“Cool.” Her spine remained stiff, her tone terse. But the mention of the birds seemed to improve her mood by a small degree.
“We’re leaving the main building now.” I escorted her into a vacant corridor. “It houses the classrooms, offices, library, and dining hall. Up ahead is the residence hall. All students must be in their rooms for the night by nine. Lights out at ten. Otherwise, you’re free to roam within the walls of the campus.”
“When are we allowed outside the walls to roam the rest of the property?”
Sion Academy was one of two boarding schools in our small, self-contained village. Our sister school, St. John de Brebeuf, was an all-boys school run by Father Crisanto Cruz.
Unscalable walls encircled each campus. While aesthetically pleasing, they provided security against outside threats and prevented unauthorized interactions between the two schools. The church, athletic field, theater, and gymnasium sat at the center of the village between the two campuses, allowing us to share the costs of those facilities.
The sister school arrangement was a mutually beneficial one. It also didn’t hurt that Father Crisanto was my childhood best friend.
“There will be plenty of opportunities to explore the village,” I said. “But outside of the campus gates, students must be supervised at all times.”
“Heaven forbid an innocent virgin sees a boy.”
“There are regular social activities involving students from both schools as well as daily Mass.”
“What?” She stopped, her eyes bulging. “You go to church every day?”
“While school is in session, all students and faculty members attend Mass every morning at eight. Except Saturdays.”
“Um, yeah…” She made a face and continued walking. “Don’t sign me up for that.”
“Every student, Miss Constantine. As long as you’re a member of this school, you will follow the Catechism of the Catholic Church.”
“This just keeps getting better and better.”
“Ninety percent of this is how you react to it. Change your attitude.”
“And the other ten percent?”
“It’s happening whether you like it or not. That’s life.”
We entered the residence hall just as the door to the first room opened. Miriam stepped out and gave me a smile weathered with age.
“Good evening, Father Magnus.” She tucked a silver lock of hair behind her ear and took in my petulant charge. “You must be Tinsley.”
“Sure.” She shrugged.
“Tinsley.” I narrowed my eyes. “This is Miriam, the language arts teacher.”
“I’m also the dorm mother,” Miriam said.
“So basically, you’re here to make sure we don’t sneak out.” Tinsley arched a brow.
“No, I delegate that job. There’s a senior student assigned to each floor, tasked with supervising the residents and maintaining the safety and security of the dorm. We call them big sisters.”
“Mm. Sounds like a coveted job,” Tinsley said dryly, “for tattletales.”
Miriam inclined her head, giving no other reaction. She’d been doing this for a long time and experienced every manner of rebellion and rule breaking. Tinsley couldn’t faze the woman if she tried.
“I’m here to ensure the cleanliness of the dorms, administer medication, address individual needs, offer counseling, and otherwise support the activities of all the girls.” She tapped the door at her back. “My apartment is here. If you need anything at all, you know where to find me.”
“What I need is to go home.” Tinsley looked her dead in the eyes. “I don’t want to be here.”
“Give it a few weeks. You’ll change your mind.”
“Um, nooo,” she said in a singsongy voice. “I’m like one hundred percent certain that’s not going to happen.”
“If I’m wrong, we’ll talk about it. In the meantime, your luggage was sent to your room, along with everything you need for tomorrow.”
Miriam looked and sounded like a sweet old lady, but she ruled the dormitories with an iron fist. Tinsley would learn that soon enough.
“Have a good night, Miriam.” I motioned Tinsley toward the stairwell. “Let’s go.”
Silence greeted us on the second floor. The girls would be in the dining hall for another hour before checking into their rooms and settling in for the first day of school.
I didn’t venture into this building often. I avoided it, to be honest. Too many teenage hormones and frilly pink things. Not to mention, I dreaded walking past an open door and seeing something that would put me in a compromising position.
“There are no cameras in the halls.” I stopped at the second door. “No locks on the rooms.”
“Where does the snitch sleep?” At my blank look, she clarified. “The big sister.”
“Daisy is next to you.” I nodded at the first dorm. “The bathroom is across the hall.” I reached into the second room and flicked on the light. “This is you.”