Sister Potato—Sister. Sister Piety—Yes? —We picked a few more. —Better to have too many than not enough. —You’ve always been very cautious. —You know me. — Gregorius… —Yes, Father? —Why is this conversation making me nervous? —We know them, Father.
The Language of Flowers 🌸 “I don’t know what I find more beautiful, the flowers or the two of them…” In The Attic’s convent, sometimes not many words were needed. The flowers already knew how to express what the heart…
“Sister Potato’s laughter had a very curious effect. It always started with her… …and ended up spreading through half the convent.”
