asked.

"Sister Abigail," Roberta replied, focused

on a delicate piece of machinery that needed soldering under the

microscope.

"You're not serious!" Seth yelled, making

Roberta's hand shake for a second.

The pen slid over the board, covering it

with a slobber of molten metal. "Thanks!" Roberta snapped, snatched

the slide from the microscope and threw it on the growing pile of

similar slides in the trash can, proof that the sister had kept

very busy the whole morning.

"Who in their right mind would put sister

Abigail in charge of cooking anything?" Seth continued, like a slow

growing storm, ready to strike at any moment.

"Do you realize that I've been working on

that board for the last six hours and I finally got it right?"

sister Roberta growled at Seth.

"That means your next one will be even

better. Who put sister Abigail in charge of the hors d'oeuvres?"

Seth asked, deadly calm.”