The Little Hours

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Where were you during lauds?

Why did you miss lauds?

She got out last night,

and I had to find her.

Took me all morning.

-She got out again?

-Yeah.

Do you think she's getting

through the gate?

You think she could

get through the gate?

I should check the gates.

Or maybe she got through

the wall.

How would she get

through the wall, though?

I don't know.

Why do you care about

the donkey so much?

Just doesn't make any sense.

Why are you wearing

your black habit? It's spring.

Because it was dark

when I left,

and it was the closest thing

to me, so I grabbed it.

I'm gonna change.

Why are you asking me

so many questions?

Beautiful morning, sisters.

-Hey, don't fucking

talk to us!

-Fucking creep.

-I told you to never talk

to us, you piece of shit!

-How dare you, fuckers!

Get the f*ck

out of here!

Blessed art thou, o lord.

Teach me to know thy will.

By these lips, let the awards

thou makest ever be recorded.

Blithely, as one that has

found great possessions,

I follow thy decrees.

Bethinking me still

of the charge thou givest,

I will mark thy footsteps.

Be thy covenant

ever my delight,

thy words kept in memory.

Christ the lord was tempted

and suffered for us.

Come, let us adore him.

So, why weren't you at lauds

this morning?

Because the donkey

escaped in the woods,

and I had to catch her.

The donkey escaped again?

Yeah. I think she got through

the gate.

She got through the gate.

-All right. Well...

-But I'll make sure

it doesn't happen again.

Okay, good.

I'll tell father tommasso.

What's going on

with sister Alessandra?

She's been so out of it.

I don't know.

Her dad's probably visiting

or something.

Again?

Yeah.

She's fucking delusional.

Yeah. She's so delusional.

She's pathetic.

Just because your dad

gives money to the convent,

doesn't mean you're gonna

get everything you want.

Yeah.

I walked in on her

the other day,

and she was literally

just staring out the window

for, like, 10 minutes,

not moving.

Really?

She's probably, like,

daydreaming about some guy

that's gonna magically come

and take her away from here.

- It's like, "good luck."

I know.

So, what was mother marea

saying to you earlier?

Nothing. Mind your own

fucking business.

Okay.

But I'll do that,

yeah.

I can sweep it

if you want me to.

For some reason,

it keeps getting unorganized,

and I'm not really sure

who's doing that.

Okay, yes, maybe

you could sweep the cellar,

because that's very dusty,

you know.

That's the cellar

and the altar.

I can organize

all the incense,

because, for some reason,

it keeps getting

all messed up,

and I'm not really sure

who's doing that.

But also, mother,

there's something else

you should know.

Yes?

Last night at dinner...

-Mmm-hmm.

-I saw sister latizia

take two portions.

I don't know.

Maybe you're not counting,

so maybe it doesn't matter.

Just in case you are,

it was sister latizia.

I don't think you should

be concerning yourself

with the amount

somebody is eating.

We all require

different amounts of food.

I know that some days I need

more food, some days less...

So, watching me eat

so carefully,

that would make

me uncomfortable.

So I don't think you should be

bothering yourself with that.

Yes, mother.

Hi, dad.

Hi, sweetheart.

--How are you, my angel?

I'm good. How are you?

I'm well. You look beautiful.

Thank you.

What I can make out.

You look terrific.

Are they feeding you?

Eh...

They should be feeding you,

for all the money

we send them here.

But you look beautiful.

Thank you. Thank you.

How's mom?

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