Wherein a day at the point begins (Ch. 18)
As the sun threated its rise, Hailey was painfully reminded of the scant five days left until the summer prophecy, and despair had long since set in among the holy girls. Hailey was greatly worried, his all-too youthful face finally lined with worry after long years of unearned serenity. He’d ignored Dolstoy at first, and now could not get a hold of him no matter how hard he tried. The anguish would’ve been far greater had Hailey not had matters far more pressing to deal with. Chief among these was the rapid rate at which the holy girls were falling to some unclear despair. “Ruthela’s been unresponsive lately. She’s always been distant, but I suspect it’s something more this time. You have to do something about it Hailey.” He sat with Jen at their daily briefing. The heat never made it up to the point, so the pressure of conversation had to make up for it. As his discussions with Jen were of late mostly about girls despairing of life, this shouldn’t have been a great ask. And yet