Chapter 209 The Delano Babies

• Every day, after the prayers had ended, it was always Sister Andelija who raced out the first, like she had the Devil himself, at her heels, thought one of the old nuns in distaste.
• Pushing the heavy, old wooden doors forcefully, she would cast a disdainful look at the other nuns diligently at work. The cold morning air bit into her skin, but she only scowled harder at that.
• Unlike the other nuns who went about their tasks serenely, Sister Andelija did hers with a contained violence.