All of this was before email and cell phones, so over the next several weeks, supposedly, there were letters being sent between the Archdiocese of Manhattan and Miami and with the Vatican, and each day, I'd go into school crying and come home crying, to which my mother would give me an update from some cardinal or bishop to "Keep her going to school while we find her a spot."
Tudo isto antes do "e-mail" e dos telemóveis. Portanto, durante as semanas seguintes, supostamente, andavam a circular cartas  entre a Arquidiocese de Manhattan e Miami e o Vaticano. E, todos os dias, eu ia para a escola a chorar e voltava da escola a chorar e a minha mãe informava-me  do que o cardeal ou o bispo tinham dito: "Mantenham-na na escola, até encontrarmos uma vaga."