Mathilda
She noticed that I was staring too long onto to paper.
“I will think about it, Sister Veronica.”
“And you are…” She thought for a little while, “Sister Tilly, Right?”
“Mathilda.” I corrected.
“Nice meeting you, Sister Mathilda.” And I let her go, without even trying.
My feet were glued on the thread of the stairs, as I watched her back get drenched. Follow her, Tilly, I told myself, Follow her.