"Jesus Christ," she mumbled, shutting the blinds.
The storm brewing outside was, at least she feared, more than the old building could take.
She sat down at her desk and groaned. Out of a drawer came her Bible, hallowed out in the middle of Song of Solomon and holding an antique bottle of Crown Royal, which, much to her dismay was nearly empty.
"Shit."
Slowly, she removed her habit, tossing it to the floor. Pushing her blond ringlets away from her face, she massaged her temples.
"Something the matter?"
Jude looked up to find Mary Eunice in the doorway. Quickly, she shut the Bible and scrambled to get her habit back on.
"Dammit ta hell, Mary Eunice, didn't anyone eva teach ya ta knock?"
"I did, Sister. Three times, actually. You mustn't have heard me. A bit preoccupied, perhaps?"
"Mary Eunice," Jude started.
"Yar tryin' ma patience. What. Do. You. Want?"
"I was just making my rounds. I thought I'd check up on you."
"Heh. Check up on me. Well," Jude said.
"I'm fine."
Mary Eunice gave her a quizzical look.
"You can't lie to me, Jude. Give it up. I know something's bothering you, or at least on your mind."
Jude stood up abruptly, going to the file cabinet to busy herself with papers. God knows she had enough of them.
Mary Eunice followed her, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. Jude shrugged her off.
"What ya can do is bring me a cup of coffee."
Mary Eunice stood there in silence.
"Well, go on. Make yaself useful."
"You didn't tell me how you'd like it."
"Black."
"Figures."
Mary Eunice exited the small room.
I wonder what she could've meant by that. "Figures".