Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. We come out into the world, some of us—” She paused. Maggot. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. “No, not that I know of,” Michelle replied, her still eyes not meeting Lucy’s. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. And ever after it struck him that her backward smile as she disappeared was charged with some special significance.
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