Harriet: There was another girl. Catherine Jamison. We were real rabble-rousers. Gave the Mother Superior hell. One night we snuck out and were crossing this frozen pond. I slipped in. I was drowning. Catherine dove in, dragged me out and then breathed life back into me. She never became a nun, but the spirit that glowed in her was something I’ve been unable to achieve despite years of prayer. Then after she left the convent, she married a man by the name of...
Jarod: Parker.
Harriet: Yes.
Jarod: Catherine Parker.
Harriet: Did you know her?
Jarod: Her daughter.







