Father Bicgock was making his rounds at the Chapel when he came upon Sister Margaret weeping."What is wrong, dear Sister?" Bicgock asked, sitting beside her."My hand," Margaret replied, "It is broken." Her left hand was in a sling and wrapped in a cast. "I had a nasty fall and broke it, but it doesn't hurt anymore.""That looks quite damaged," Bicgock said, "But why must you weep if you are no longer in pain?"“I may no lon...