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She raced off down the hall to her cell

"Elle?" Kyrie stood in the doorway of her rooot this," Elle said She pulled open her purse and dug to the bottom of it From it she pulled out a leather case

"Got what?" Kyrie asked But Elle didn’t answer She ran off down the hall again and down the stairs She could hear Kyrie behind her racing to catch up

"What room?" Elle asked once she was in the infir by the door, their ears against it

"She’s crying her eyes out," one of theht be hurt"

"Get up," Elle said The nuns hesitated a moment but then moved out of her way She knelt on the floor in front of the lock and exa The metal works were old and tarnished This wouldn’t be easy She opened her case, pulled out a lock-pick tool and inserted it into the keyhole It took soet the ancient tumblers to move By the time she’d pushed the first one up, sweat had beaded on Elle’s forehead

"Elle, can we help?"

Kyrie sounded as scared as Sister Mary Angelica but Elle only shook her head and pushed up the second tumbler She wiped her sweaty palot up and wrenched the door open Her ht out the weeping elderly nun

Elle’s ently by the arm and put her in a chair She called for water and a towel and every nun in the rooelica down

Every nun in the room except for Kyrie

"How do you kno to pick locks?" she asked Elle

"Long story," Elle said, and put her lock-pick tool back into the case She got off her knees and left the infirmary She walked to the nearest bathroom Kyrie followed

"I’m serious I want to kno you did that"

"Just a hobby," Elle said "I was curious about how to pick locks I figured out how to do it"

"Are you a cat burglar?"

Elle laughed "I haven’t stolen anything since I was fifteen years old Well, one car, but I gave it back"

"You stole a car?"

"No, I was kidding I borrowed it It was a friend’s"