Chapter 479 The Smell of Shirley
The Sisters of Tomes, also known as the Order of the Most Holy Savior, was founded in 1895 by Sister Tomes.
The nun is located in a small town on the banks of the Clyde River in western Scotland. It consists of several buildings and a large garden.
In the scorching summer, Sister Rabeti sat in the dark reception room, dozing off, with her head tilted and a wet towel over her face to cool off the heat.
The knock on the door woke up Rabeti from her sleep. She quickly wiped her face with a towel, woke up, said wait a moment, put on her shoes and socks, and walked towards the iron gate.
Sister Rabeti didn't open the iron door, but only opened a baffle on the door, and looked out through the narrow opening one foot square.
The sun was dazzling, and Abeti raised her hand to cover her eyes, and vaguely saw a young woman.
Rabeti didn't know each other, so she asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"
"Hi, my name is Love Scamander, from Glasgow." The young woman smiled and said:
"My mother is a devout Islan believer. She heard that Tomes Convent had financial difficulties recently, so she asked me to donate money."
"..."
Believers of Islanism ran to the Christian monastery to donate money, to spoil the situation, right?
Seeing the nun's unfriendly eyes, the young woman hurriedly explained:
"My mother used to be an Islan believer, but she recently converted to Jesus, so she asked me to donate to wash away the sins of the past."
Only then did Rabeti put down her guard, picked up a large bunch of keys from her waist, and quickly picked them out.
Twenty years ago, the funds of the Thomas Sisters were still sufficient, but now the financial situation is messy and the economy is relatively difficult.
The past two deans are very pious, but they are not good at managing secular items.
Coupled with this summer, the sudden flood flooded a large area of the nunnery's farmland, and the funds were even more stretched.
If someone is willing to donate money, it really solves the urgent need!
Regardless of whether you believe in Christ or Muhammad, believers who can donate money are good believers... Besides, these two religions believe in the same God! !
Abetti finally found the key, and she inserted it into the lock, opened the door, and ushered in the young woman.
Love walked into the room and found that there was a window on the side facing the world, but there was no window on the side leading to the nunnery... No wonder it was so dark.
Abeti also looked at the young woman. The sun was dazzling just now, and she couldn't see her face clearly. I will look at it again:
She was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a beautiful goose-shaped face, thick and curly blond hair, and piercing gray-blue eyes.
In the hands of the young woman, she was also carrying a black suitcase... probably containing the pounds to be donated?
Abeti thought so, and said enthusiastically:
"Please come with me, and I will take you to see Dean Agatha, Miss Scamander."
Love nodded, and followed Abetti out of the reception room, into a courtyard surrounded by high red brick walls.
A statue of the Virgin Mary with outstretched arms stands in the center of the courtyard. On the platform under the statue, there are also oil paintings of the Joseph family.
Love looked around and saw many nuns, but not a single man.
That's normal...it's a nunnery, and men are not allowed to visit.
Abetti led Love to a small building, she knocked on the door, and after a while, a skinny old woman with a tired look came out.
She was wearing a serge black robe, a square kerchief that hung squarely over her chest, covering her chin, and an eye-level kerchief, and she wore a three-inch-high bronze gilded Eucharist on her chest.
Abeti whispered a few words in the woman's ear, then looked at the young woman, and introduced, "This is Dean Agatha."
"Hi, Dean Agatha." Love nodded and followed the two into a living room.
The living room had three tall windows, hung with very elegant white gauze curtains, and on the wall was a picture of Christ, gazing in broad frames.
Love said the reason for coming again, and finally said softly: "My mother is willing to donate 3,000 pounds to the Thomas Convent."
Dean Agatha did not immediately agree, but instead asked, "Excuse me, what is your mother's name?"
"My mother does not leave her name when she does good deeds. There is no need to know the exact name, mother dean." Love blinked and said, "If you have to ask who she is...a devout believer!"
This statement was impeccable, and Dean Agatha accepted the donation while thanking her.
"By the way, Dean Agatha, I have a small request and I need your help." Love said again.
"What's the matter?" Agatha looked at the young woman and asked, "As long as we can help you, we will definitely do our best."
"It's not that serious." Love waved his hand and said, "To tell you the truth, I actually have severe autism and depression.
The doctor told me that it is best to go to a quiet place to recuperate for a while. I would like to live in your convent for a few days, is that okay? "
"Of course." Dean Agatha agreed, "I'll ask Abetti to clean up a guest room for you immediately."
Men are strictly prohibited from entering the convent, but this Love Scamander is a girl and a great donator of donations, of course there is no problem staying for a few days.
After thanking Love, she got up and followed Abetti along a long and narrow staircase to the second floor.
When passing by a locked room, Love stopped suddenly and asked, "Is anyone living here?"
"There... lived a girl."
"A nun too?"
"That girl's situation is a bit special." Abeti hesitated for a moment and said:
"She is an abandoned orphan. The former dean adopted her out of mercy. She is now studying in another school and only comes back during summer vacation."
"Adopted orphans." Love sighed, "This is also one of the reasons why I am willing to donate to your nunnery."
She asked curiously again, "Why is the door still locked?"
"The little girl was restless and didn't stay until the beginning of school. She ran out secretly last year and the summer before the year before, and made the dean very angry." Abeti explained:
"Just lock her things in the house, and lock the room at night to prevent her from escaping."
Love snorted and said with a smile:
"Then I'll sleep here, and I can help you watch her at night, don't let her run around."
Abetti was stunned for a moment, but considering that the young woman in front of her had just donated several thousand pounds, she nodded and said, "I'll open the door for you."
Abetti took out the key from her waist and opened the room.
Love walked in. It was a small room of more than ten square meters. The walls were covered with wallpaper of yellow background and green flowers. There were only a few pieces of furniture, a chair, a not-so-big bed, and some clothes and living things. supplies.
The whole room was clean and deserted.
Love waited for Abeti to leave, and put the box on the table. She sat down on the chair, picked up a familiar hair tie, put it on the tip of her nose, and gently sniffed it.
She smelled a familiar fragrance.
The smell of sherry.
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