She looks angry and miserable. Repentance would give her peace in her last years. I’ve met a number of lovely religious men and women in recent months: Franciscans of Perpetual Adoration, a Benedictine brother who told me every day in Belmont Abbey was a total joy, and just yesterday, brothers of the Missionaries of Charity.
One brother, a Kenyan who had previously been posted in Jamaica and Uganda, had never been up-close with northern European types. He asked if my little boys were sick, because he could see their veins through their skin! I assured him they were in excellent health - “Look at them eat!” - just naturally pale!
Sorry, that was Missionaries of the Poor, Father Ho-Lung’s order. We also have Missionaries of Charity here, but I have not visited their foundation.