‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun,
moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. She would take the items with her; bury the
items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many
sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south
side of town. ”
“You forget,” she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, “that under the cloak
of her name I am earning more money a week than I could ever have earned in a
year by my own labours. . Fine but strong lines
marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’
It was a portrait. ’
‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you
couldn’t go marching into the house open like. . “Are you free tomorrow? Should I call?” He asked.
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