Sister Marie walked silently into the old woman’s house. She had never brought food to this house before.
“I’m Sister Marie. Here is some soup and bread. Someone will come back to make sure you are well and if you need more, it will be brought.”
Marie had not deviated from what she had been told to say.
The old woman was hunched over, crooked in body and smile. But her smile stayed firmly in place as she looked Sister Marie up and down. Finally she spoke.
“You are beautiful, like an angel. But you are stubborn. Other girls at your convent have hearts pure but closed. You are pure but your heart is not closed, I can tell. You don’t belong here. Not with eyes like that. You belong on a movie screen, and at parties, living a wild life.”
Sister Marie did not understand how she could make such an impression on the old woman without even speaking of her own accord. But the words felt like a prophecy or a warning, something that was not comprehendible now but would make a great impact on the future.