Georgia Lewitt
Mar 1, 2018 · 2 min read

Moira, they’ll think you’re crazy! It’s hard to wag your finger at yourself.

The nuns called her Moira because the man who may have brought her to church was found dead at the bottom of the steps. Also, her baby rags were black with dirt and soot.

At twenty-five she loved the tremulous flesh of the delivery boy. Men were so scarce, she had to make do.