C71 Anna (2)

“Thanks for intimating me, Anna.” He smiled, avoiding her eyes. She was watching him, just the same way as he had watched the nun when she was...the nun.

“Why does asking feel really hard.” He muttered to himself. “How's your health now? I believe you're recovering nicely?”

“Yes, there's the tingling in my chest. It's unbearable. The poultice makes me want to itch myself and claw my heart out