The bell tolled, and I opened my eyes. Another day had begun at Saint Benedict's. I pushed the coarse blanket off me and stood. I used the toilet in the corner of my cell and then poured a bowl of cool water. I soaked the flannel, rubbed it with coal soap and washed myself. Finally cleaned, I prepared to dress. I have three bras: one to wear, one to wash and one to rest. This was the standard three-bra rule at St Benedict...