Cath sighed as Mae continued to be difficult. Yes, they'd already had this conversation. And things had gone just fine. He resisted the urge to smack his forehead into the wall. Which was basically what he was doing trying to rationalize with Mae.
Mae, a nun. She'd not last five minutes as a postulant.
He moved out of the father's way, leaning against the doorway as Peter looked in. He wished him well of trying to talk sense into her. He kept his snarky aside to himself at what Father Peter could get her. He personally felt like taking her over his knee, and not in the way she enjoyed.