Away Down the Hill, Chapter Seven
One day Franz accosted me. He grabbed my wrist, and I was frightened by his face. “Franz, let go of me,” I didn’t want to make a scene. I was a nurse, and a nun besides that. “Don’t say that, I am not hurting you.” He smiled again, in that same way the first time I met him. It suddenly occurred to me that it was a blank sort of smile. Just on the outside, not a deep true one. I wondered what he was thinking. “I just want you to stay here for a moment; you are always running…