John finally wrested her away from the company of his
parents, insisting that he wanted to take a walk in the park
before it was completely dark. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily
built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. I can vouch
for that. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the
houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a
gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. She reflected upon that with a thrill of
terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. He contrasted wonderfully with
the empty showing-off of Teddy. ”
She thought of her father, and with an effort dismissed him from her mind. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate
explanation. "
"If professions of repentance constitute a Magdalene, Mrs.
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