Now, I waited in the lobby of the hotel I pretended to be staying in tonight. I had hired a car, a limo, from a car service, not the firm's.
I knew our drivers would all know me, even in a habit, because I'd need to use my name to order the car. I didn't particularly need more rumors about me floating around, and couldn't think that people there knowing I'm an ex nun would help my career or reputation.
Chris told me he would be leaving work late tonight. He had something going on that needed his attention.
The driver picked me up and tried to be nonchalant, like he'd had Orthodox nuns in his limo regularly. New York City is a melting pot though, and he was probably used to acting like nothing surprised him.
My new habit even came with the face veil, used mostly by actual nuns only on v
