"I'm lost. Can you direct me to 622 Pine Lane?" Tiffany said. She suddenly remembered, she had an appointment at that address.
"I'm not sure, Sister," he mother said. Her family wasn't terribly devout in any way, but most people were fairly nice to nuns, even if they weren't Catholic. "But if you'd come inside the hall for a moment, I'll go to my computer and print you directions."
Tiffany wanted to accept, to get off the street. It came out, however, as... "Bless you."
