CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Sister May had shown up much later, adorned in a glorious white that screamed holiness, purity and for uncertain reasons, peace. She spoke briefly, acknowledging everyone and making a joke about the character that role played Joseph in the birth of Jesus' drama. The students laughed, a cracking coarse laughter that they seldom did in classes when a teacher made a joke that wasn't entirely funny, but somehow conferred regard for the teacher.

Kelvin momentarily stared around, while his eyes were glaring on his wrist. He observed the time as the second hand ticked its way slowly towards nine and yet there was no sign of Mary in her splendor or particular radiance so he turned towards Martins who seemed to be doing same.

"You knew, right?" He asked.

"Knew what?" Martins asked back. His fingers ran over the cap of the orange drink he offered Mary, all shades of guilt welling within him.