The Convent Story
“Hush!” Sophia signaled at Emily to zip it, who was busy giggling at the corpse. “Silence girls!” Emily had just pointed at Sister Margaret’s pale face and had mumbled something under her breath. Rose had joined into her mischief. Both were trying their best to control their laughter. It was an unfortunate day for the convent. Sister Margaret who was still on the good side of her thirties had passed away in an accident. Now she rested in a coffin in a bed of roses, whilst children who didn’t understand death paid their respects, well at least tried to. Emily was amused by the expressions on the cadaver. It reminded her of the sister’s puckered nose when she used to scold them. Her nose would always flare-up in a funny manner which they would, later on, imitate in their dormitories. Rose was a good impersonator. She could even copy her mannerisms. “It is not good. She is dead! You are in a funeral for crying out loud!” Sophia was now fuming with anger as Emily and Rose failed to keep