She remembers over and over a night soon after she took the abbey in hand when she woke to restlessness and went out into the thick starless black. A calf had been separated from its mother that day. Both heifer and calf had lowed all afternoon and into the night, had lowed enough to put some tenderer nuns off their feed. When Marie had gently remonstrated, Goda had snapped that separating the cow and calf was necessary unless the nuns didn’t want their milk and butter. Marie went silent because she loved her milk and butter, and because she felt personally aggrieved that milk and butter
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