What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the garrulous Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Starved".
Sister Rosamunda watched out the window as the long, chauffeured limousine pulled up in front of the school.
"Who the hell is this?"
She watched as the well dressed woman in the pillbox hat and fox stole got out of the car and, nose in the air, strode across the sidewalk.
"Ooohhhh. That must be Mrs Stoverson."
Eventually, there came a knock on her door.
She remained seated as Mrs. Stoverson came in.
"How do you do. I'm Mrs. ..."
"I know who you are. Have a seat. You must be starved for air up there. Now. About your son ..."