She was a beautiful young nun, just back from the Vatican, from one more interrogation by a purple-and-scarlet-clad group of men, a room full of Monsignori and Domestic Prelates representing the age-old Authority of the Roman Catholic Church. She was fighting for the freedom reforms of the Second Vatican Council, and the breath of fresh air which it had promised, throughout the Universal Church. But Good Pope John, who had thrown the windows open, was gone now, and the men up there on the dais, looking down upon her, the lone woman present, were not thinking of fresh air. They had just...
She was a beautiful young nun, just back from the Vatican, from one more interrogation by a purple-and-scarlet-clad group of men, a room full of Monsi...
