She had gone to Sister Julienne. She could think of nothing else to do. The thought of telling her about the feelings she had for the Doctor embarrassed her and worried her. There was no one else to tell. The younger Midwives wouldn't understand, they would probably gossip and laugh about it together. She was not sure if Cynthia or Jenny would, but she was certain about Trixie. She did not know Jane well enough to judge her.
The thought of telling Sister Evangelina was just very strange, and Sister Monica-Joan, however mentally stable she may or may not be, would just not be right in her situation. Sister Julienne was calm and understanding, but Sister Bernadette just could not tell her. It was too hard.
He could not hold it in for much longer. His nights were spent visioning her face in his mind, thinking about his lips touching her beautiful soft hand. He knew he would never stop craving her touch, her presence. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He knew that he should not be thinking and feeling this way, she had chosen her way of life and he needed to respect it, she was a nun, her life was devoted to God. But his tiny spark of hope that she felt the same as him burned his heart and gave him spirit. She had told him she was only turning away from him because of God. Maybe, if she chose him over God, he could marry her and she could have his child and they could be a family. Timothy would have a mother. That feeling was killing him by the minute. He would have to do something, soon.