Kiss, interrupted: part 3
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“Of course, Sister. Now pray excuse me,” she said and fled to the quietness of her room.
Sister Bernadette closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She felt dog-tired, but knew that she could not sleep. Her head was in turmoil.
You will have to ask
yourself what the habit you wear really means to you. Sister Julienne’s
words kept going round and round in her head. Sister Bernadette fingered the
navy fabric. There had been a time she had felt blessed to wear it. It hid her
body from the world, providing a sense of security and comfort that had been
unknown to her before. Now, it felt restricting. She removed the cross from her
breast, then her wimple. The heavy fabric of her habit followed; she folded it
neatly and placed it on the chair next to her bed. Dressed only in her slip she
knelt in front of the cross on her wall, folded her hands and prayed.