"Sister Winifred! Sister Winifred!"
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, you stop that racket right now!"
"Giovanni's stealing our chocolates! He's stealing our chocolates!" Jane's shouting as she's hugging onto a packet of chocolates.
"I didn't! She wouldn't share!" The boy Jane is sitting on is crying.
"It's mine and Maura's!" Jane's not standing up no matter how much the nun pulls, and Jane's holding onto a packet of chocolates still.
"What happened Maura?"
She blinks. The nun's asking her a question.
"Jane was showing me her treats, and she was going to open it but the boy named Giovanni came and took it away from Jane. So Jane chased him and tackled him onto the ground. Jane was sitting on him earlier on, so he can't take her chocolates, but she doesn't have to now, because Sister Winifred, you are here." She answers and smiles at the smile that Jane has for her.
"Wipe that smirk off your face Rizzoli," the nun isn't smiling.
"It's my chocolates!" Jane yells as she sticks out her tongue at the boy who is wiping away at his tears.
"You're lucky I'm too busy to right you two today," the nun warns before storming away.
Jane reaches into her packet of chocolates and hands the boy one, "I'm sorry Giovanni, but that's all you can have. The rest is for Maura and me," Jane holds the packet of chocolates behind her back, "I'm sorry I sat on you."
"I'm sorry I tried to steal your chocolates Jane," the boy smiles at her and Jane, "I'll not do it again if I can have your ma's cookies too?"
"I'll give you two if my ma makes cookies Giovanni," Jane holds her hand, "Now go away, Maura and I want to play, without you!" Jane smiles and waves. Giovanni runs away with a chocolate in his hand.
"I brought you chocolates Maura," Jane smiles and hands her the whole packet of chocolates, "They're called fudge clusters," Jane smiles; and she holds onto the packet of chocolates, but tighter onto Jane's hand, "Thank you Jane," she smiles back at Jane.
"I'm going to give you three when ma makes cookies!" Jane's arms are around her.
She blinks.
She smiles.
This memory is called being hugged by Jane.