Sister stared at the four unopened letters. Her x rays were showing much improvement. Maybe she was not being punished for her feelings like she feared. She prayed for counsel. She had rest and peace at St. Anne's, but none of it helped to erase the memories she wanted to forget. The growing piles of letters was just a reminder.
She was so happy to have visitors. The day Trixie visited she brought a letter and box from Timothy. She was so pleased he wanted her to solve the mystery of the butterfly. She missed the boy terribly. She want to ask Trixie how Doctor was, but stopped herself.
Dr. Turner dared to ask Nurse Franklin about Sister only after she mentioned her. He was surprised to hear that her letters to others were regular when she had not written to him at all. So shocked that his response was ridiculous and he fumbled and dropped his spoon. Tickety boo and marvelous...bloody hell what a fool he must have sounded like.
He should stop writing to her as she clearly did not want to hear from him. He sat in the car in the pouring rain thinking about not writing her again. Could he really stop? "Are you sad Dad?" Tim asked. He told him he wasn't but deep down he knew that he was.
He did not care he had to write again…
Dear Sister,
I have heard that you are improving. I was very pleased at this news. As a doctor I was sure you would recover as a man who cares for you I was concerned with what could go wrong. I wish I knew the reason why you will not write. Is it because you do not care for me or could it be that you care too much? I promised that I would accept your turning your back to me. I do feel lost because I made you a promise that I can not seem to keep. Timmy is anxious for news from you as well. It was not my idea to send the moth. I truly hope since you are feeling better, you will write.
Yours,
P. Turner
