“Will it ever go away, Sister? I mean the anger?”
“I don’t know.”
We kept on talking. No one ever shared so much of her life with me. I felt so, so grown up. And she wanted to know about me. About what I was feeling. I told her about how bad I felt for Sewer Rat. How my mistake almost cost him his life, how I was afraid they would send me away. How I missed my father.
Sister Ágnes listened to my every word. She said she was worried about me taking too many chances. Not being careful enough. Then she said something that felt like a stake through my heart. Sewer Rat wanted me to stay off the street. And it had nothing to do with his ear. Sister Ágnes went out of her way to reassure me on that score. He was afraid for me, that I’d get myself killed. I asked her if she felt the same way. Sh
