How shall I send thee?

Children, go where I send thee.
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee one by one,
one for the pretty little baby......

Mariel couldn't get the old spiritual out of her head. This pretty little baby is fucking pissed, she thought, with some annoyance.

But I don't want to go to Sacramento! she had protested to Mother Superior.

"Child, you'll go where you're sent! The Bishop commands this!" the older woman snapped back. "We have lost all communication with the greater community in Sacramento, and you WILL go and report what has happened. And if you can't put a better face on it than that, maybe it would be best if you stayed there for some time. Learn some self-control, girl!"

And with that Mariel had to be content. Yes, Mother, she replied dutifully, knowing that arguing would make it worse. Much worse.

Damn nuns.