Sour Marie Emilie"Sour Marie Amelia little and very old:her eyes are onyx, and her cheeks' vermilion, her apron wide and kind and cobalt blue. She comforts generations and generations of children, who are "new"at the convent school. When they are eight, they are already up to her shoulder, they grow up and go into the world, she remains, forever,always incredibly old, but incredibly never older... She has an affinity with the hens, When a hen dies, she sits down on a bench and cries, she is the only grown-up, whose tears are not frightening tears. Children can weep without shame, at her side... Soeur Marie Emilie...her apron as wide and kinds skies on a summer Dayan as clean and blue.

The Flowering Tree