“Dear Sister Bernadette,
Is St. Anne treating you well? I bet their meals don’t compare to Nonnatus House.”
‘God, this was easier said than done’ thought Patrick. He imagined the written word would exceed his verbal communication, but both were escaping him when it came to Sister Bernadette.
“Why does writing one letter lead to trivial words and my palms sweating!” he exclaimed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I’ve acted out of turn once before” he said, this time, barely above a whisper while a sigh escaped him. It was then that a film reel played throughout his mind.
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The triple treatment can be miraculous.
The phrase and look of uncertainty written across her face consumed his thoughts. It wasn’t until Patrick arrived home did he realize:
Sister Bernadette’s symptoms could worsen and those were my final words to her.
Patrick thought about consulting on her case to ensure she wasn’t slipping away from him. But the idea came when Timothy asked to purchase fresh parchment paper.
He would send a letter, just one, as a gesture beyond the scope of professionalism. As a means of comfort for when his words failed him, he hoped the written word wouldn’t.
“The time for childish thoughts are over, understood?” The man before her was nothing like her previous memories of him. The man from her memory was kind, gentle with both his actions and words. The memory of that gentle man was replaced with his present demeanor, who was callus as his over-worked hands and reflected the chill felt outside.
Today was the day when he wanted her to grow up, to become as cold as the wind whipping through the cemetery. He emulated the gloom that was being cast down upon the pair who stood before a marked grave. It read that of her deceased mother, of a loving wife, and marked the beginning of her growing up. The next step in her journey, which would include the makings of a good worker and replacement for her deceased mother.
All Shelagh Mannion wanted to do was place dairies upon her mother’s grave, an innocent attempt at affection for her beloved mother. However, her father didn’t see the action for what it was. Instead, he saw it as a weakness and wanted her to understand that such notions were not tolerated anymore.
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A few days had passed since the incident of her misgivings, brief moments spent on entertaining other thoughts. Sister Bernadette had reasoned her actions on hearing the personal experiences of the nurses, reasoning it was only natural to think of such things. As the days followed, Sister Bernadette found her resolve reinforced by her work and duties.
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Everything was blurry at first, but the presence of light helped in rousing her awake. She had sat up in an effort to further waken her senses, but only experienced confusion. The daze yielded from a very good night’s sleep persisted as she tried to recognize her unknown surroundings. At first, she noted how the room was nothing like her cell at Nonnatus House. It was larger, the walls a lighter tone, and even the window letting in the morning’s rays was different.
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The Longing of a Swan:
It was exquisite, unlike anything she had heard before, especially from her time at the Order. She thought nothing would compare to daily plainsong of her fellow Sisters or the rare moments when they traveled to the Mother House in Chichester. Traveling to the Mother House rarely took place, but each time it happened, Sister Bernadette was allowed the opportunity to listen and participant in their orchestra of worship.
She then remembered a time in her childhood, when music was played in its entirety, but never again after the death of her mother. Her family didn’t have much in possessions back in the green fields of Aberdeen, but there was something cherished equally amongst her family. All three of them could agree on the importance of music. They had owned a portable, wind-up gramophone which was played all throughout the house.
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“How well is Nurse Lee holding up?” asked Sister Bernadette, she noticed Nurse Lee’s quiet behavior and overheard most of the nurse’s distress from her fellow colleagues. The impact of Mr. Collett’s death and of personal woes.
Sister Bernadette had sought out Sister Julienne’s opinion and awareness on the matter for it had not been long since Nurse Lee had joined their ranks. It was after compline when Sister Bernadette found Sister Julienne in her office, just before she was ready to retire for the night.
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