I position myself to knock when I got to Catherines door. I was tired of the woman. God was certainly testing my patience with her. I wondered how many times Id failed the test. Probably a million. Or a billion. I attempted to knock, then pulled my hand back. I sighed. Okay, lets just get it over with.
I finally knocked at the door and braced myself for whatever mean thing Ms. Hostile would say to me. There was no answer. I knocked again, but still no answer. I tried the doorknob. It was pointless. The door was locked. Was Catherine still asleep at 6:00 a.m? That was so unlike her. Besides, she had to wake at 5:30 every morning according to the palace rules, and meditate. At 6:00, I should get her ready for her day. The only good thing I could say about Ms. Hostile was that she was a real sticker for punctuality
Was she sick?