Matilda “Let Penelope know she is to join us for vespers…” “Penelope has gone to Oakridge, Sister Matilda,” Miriam cut me off. I smiled, trying not to show how pissed I was, “of course! Where's my head at?” “Perhaps in Oakridge?” Miriam muttered but I heard her. I took a step towards her and eyed her fiercely, “what did you say?” “Whatever it is you heard,” came her response, then in a low tone she said, “do not think that I am blind. I can see the way you look at Miguel every time he's here.” I was shocked. Because I knew I hid my desires well. “You're spouting rubbish,” I told her, “and if I ever hear stupid rumours about me, I'll come for your ass.” Miriam's lips stretched with a smile. “I guess you are not bothering to hide your true colours anymore, eh? You are not different from Penelope. You two think you're better than everyone in this place,” she sneered at me. “What is happening here?” the scratchy old voice of Mother Superior resonated through the empty hallway.
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