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There was commotion coming from the dining room; loud voices, shouting, banging of cutlery. Sister Bridget paused her recital of the rosary; listened and frowned. Grabbing the hand bell she left her room and walked to the dining room. The two sisters were trying to restore order and silence. Sister Bridget rang the hand bell loudly and the disturbance stopped. What is going on here? She asked. Anne has been most rude to the cook, Sister Bridget, one of the nuns said. Eyes turned to Anne who sat on a chair against the wall, Benny sat next to her eating his rice pudding. The cook, Mrs Rooke, stood red-faced behind the serving hatch. Well, Anne? Sister Bridget said, standing in front of Anne. Yes, thank you, Anne replied. What was said? One of the nuns whispered in to her ear. Anne follow me to my room, Sister Bridget said. I want the Kid with me, Anne said. Just you, the nun said, NOW. The room went silent; eyes turned from the nun to Anne. Anne raised her eyebrows: temper, temper, Sister. The nun released a deep sigh: please Anne, I need to talk with you in private. Anne grabbed her crutches and pulling herself up, and followed the nun from the dining room, poking out her tongue at the cook. Benny watched Anne go, her one leg swinging to and fro.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Commotion in a Nursing Home 1959
There was commotion coming from the dining room; loud voices, shouting, banging of cutlery. Sister Bridget paused her recital of the rosary; listened and frowned. Grabbing the hand bell she left her room and walked to the dining room. The two sisters were trying to restore order and silence. Sister Bridget rang the hand bell loudly and the disturbance stopped. What is going on here? She asked. Anne has been most rude to the cook, Sister Bridget, one of the nuns said. Eyes turned to Anne who sat on a chair against the wall, Benny sat next to her eating his rice pudding. The cook, Mrs Rooke, stood red-faced behind the serving hatch. Well, Anne? Sister Bridget said, standing in front of Anne. Yes, thank you, Anne replied. What was said? One of the nuns whispered in to her ear. Anne follow me to my room, Sister Bridget said. I want the Kid with me, Anne said. Just you, the nun said, NOW. The room went silent; eyes turned from the nun to Anne. Anne raised her eyebrows: temper, temper, Sister. The nun released a deep sigh: please Anne, I need to talk with you in private. Anne grabbed her crutches and pulling herself up, and followed the nun from the dining room, poking out her tongue at the cook. Benny watched Anne go, her one leg swinging to and fro.
Anne cause commotion in a nursing home in 1959
TerryCollett
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
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