The New Beginning: Nunsignor Book I

Friends will be Friends 2

"Jude, it's been a long time I haven't seen you so..." Lana exclaimed beyond elated as her petite, smooth hands pawed Jude shoulders' fabric as the older woman wore a casual black dress with long sleeves and V neckline, a handful of centimetres over the knees, highlighting her still attractive curves for her midlife age, a thin black pantyhose, coating her long, surprsingly slender legs. Wore her long silky golden hair down as Lana was even more mesmerized. A subtle smile shaped in the corner of her lips. "so fresh and juvenile!" The young journalist continued as she didn't miss her chance to compliment the former nun.

"Thank you!" She expressed her gratitude humbly as Timothy and Frank didn't help as they watched the scenery from the kitchen, smiling broadly as their faces lit up.

"You haven't changed a lot, Lana Banana." Jude stated with mild irony as they didn't refrain themselves to cackle.

"I know. But it's unbelievable how you look now," Lana paused as her chocolate eyes wandered down from her shining stunning wavy golden hair to her slippered feet. Stare in awe glistened on her face that she gave to Jude. The young journalist has ideal, however, horrid and lucid flashbacks of them along. She remembered Mrs.Howard as the stern nun with the conservative Catholic attire and wimple that covered almost every inch of her misfortunate unexposed body and skin as her hands, face and neck made an exception. The habit and the wimple which used to be part of Jude's everyday outfit, rendered her to look older otherwise. Unlike now. When she looked so fresh, indisputably younger and more beautiful as she was dressed up in casual, ordinary clothes.

"You are so beautiful, Jude." Miss Winters furthered as the reporter's words melted the proud mother of three children's heart.

She just nod her head, acknowledging and accepting her kind words. 

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"Do you want anything to drink, Lana?" Timothy asked the persistent, charismatic journalist with a warm smile as he sat beside Jude, wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I would like a coffee, please." Ms.Winters replied boldly.

Jude and Timothy sat next to one another as Frank sat on the left armchair whilst Lana sat on the right one as she held Agnes, the youngest child, in her amusingly warm, creamy arms. In the interim, Ellie and Tristan were playing hide and seek around the house especially on the first floor.

The little girl stared up at the young reporter with her huge hazel eyes as she wasn't feeling comfortable with her as much as with her parents at least.

Once Timothy heard Lana's coffee order, he got from the sofa as he excused himself, wandering out of the living room as he went to the kitchen, brewing some coffee for her.

Ms.Winters's chocolate eyes looked down at Agnes Jude as she couldn't help but smiling to her. When she beheld for first time Howards' children, she hardly believed they were Judy's infants as she noted something peculiarly overwhelming about them. They resembled so much their parents, possessing flawless and fascinating physical features, rendering their facial expressions of sadness, exasperation and sheer happiness.

Nevertheless, Lana commenced sensing razor-edged remorses that tormented her once she saw the former nun and the former priest's children. She pondered about her sole son she has. The child she threw away like a stray dog. Initially, attempting to abort it though the failure. Thereafter giving a birth to a healthy, marvelous baby son. Giving it for an adoption in St.Ursula almost four years ago. Plenty echoes of discords diffused in her absent-minded head as she thought about Johnny, her and Oliver's child.