She pulled her wimple back over her head. "And getting older, too. I bet you never even wondered what happens to old Church girls. When we can’t work that old black magic on your precious husbands. Well, don’t worry about me, Mrs. Webster. Our Goddess stands by Her own. Our Church runs hospitals, clinics, rest homes—we take care of people. The Goddess gave me my life, not you or your Net. So I don’t owe you nothing!" She looked ready to spit. "Never forget that."