Sinful Man. Part 7

'No, I can't let my feelings of home get in the way of this.'

She stormed over to the cashier and slammed the transparent box on the counter. "I'll take it."

Helena was lying in bed, reading the bible. She felt safe, each turn of the pages acting as like an audible pulse that shook away her worries. Hanging around her neck was her trinity necklace, the weight and shape it new to her when compared to her old crucifix, but comforting nonetheless. Nearby, Sophie was sitting at her dorm room desk, working on homework. A loud slam of her textbook told her that she had gotten it all done.

"Praise Christ, it's finished. Ugh, that was brutal!" she groaned while stretching.

"Yeah, Father Samuel doesn't make algebra any easier for us."

"I can't wait for the weekend, I need to decompress after all of this work."

For the first time since yesterday, Helena laughed. "You say that every week."

Their teeth brushed and alarm clock set, the two girls said the