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Sister Martha stopped me in the corridor of the school her features fixed in a hard gaze. Girls are not to run or rush in the corridors Mary Macquire the nun said. I stood and gazed at her. I am late for my next lesson I said. I do not care you are not to run in the corridor she said. I was going to be late as the old bag was going to keep me there. I want you to walk back to the beginning of the corridor and walk to where I stand she said. I sighed and walked back to where I began to run and walk towards her. She stood there staring at me her hands hidden from sight like some magpie perched there. Once I reached her she said next time you come along the corridor remember to walk. I said I would and she let me go on walking slow and not rushing in case she made me walked it again. I never looked back I walked past the holy pictures on the walls the statue of the ****** flowers at her feet. Once I was out of sight of the nun I stuck two fingers up in her direction and walked on to my next lesson now late. Getting an excuse in my mind like trying to explain the colour of the sea to one born blind.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
MARY STOPPED 1963.
Sister Martha stopped me in the corridor of the school her features fixed in a hard gaze. Girls are not to run or rush in the corridors Mary Macquire the nun said. I stood and gazed at her. I am late for my next lesson I said. I do not care you are not to run in the corridor she said. I was going to be late as the old bag was going to keep me there. I want you to walk back to the beginning of the corridor and walk to where I stand she said. I sighed and walked back to where I began to run and walk towards her. She stood there staring at me her hands hidden from sight like some magpie perched there. Once I reached her she said next time you come along the corridor remember to walk. I said I would and she let me go on walking slow and not rushing in case she made me walked it again. I never looked back I walked past the holy pictures on the walls the statue of the ****** flowers at her feet. Once I was out of sight of the nun I stuck two fingers up in her direction and walked on to my next lesson now late. Getting an excuse in my mind like trying to explain the colour of the sea to one born blind.
girl in eire in 1963.
TerryCollett
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
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