Unsure of herself, the woman folded. Sister Mary Catherine reached out and gently tapped the girls’ white knuckles with a black, felt-tipped pen. “It gets better,” she said, passing along Jeannie Lawson’s message to the Troops, months ago. As if to question the statement, Lisa looked quickly at Stanley. Tears lay along the edges of her eyes. Without a word to either of them, she turned and walked away.
