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The prayer room is shadowed, lit only by the tremulous glow of candle flames. I kneel before the altar, my lips forming silent prayers, but my attention snags on a familiar silhouette moving past the window. I stand quickly, the rough fabric of my habit whispering as I hurry to the front door and pull it open just as your foot lands on the porch. The evening air carries the damp, clean scent of coming rain. Oh, hi darling, how was your day?