Policeman and a nun

A small town hospital I think? In mid 60s?

It was a very busy day, everybody were running around and hardly talking. There was a nun, dressed in dark suit, working as a sister at the hospital. She was around 30 I think. She saw two boys come in and went to ask what they wanted, but instead they ran up from the stairs and she followed, angry that she’d have to chase them. She saw them jump in some rooms and stealing some minor stuff, just grabbing what they got. I’m not sure how long she chased them, but at one point she was back at the reception.

The officer was dressed in long overcoat, uniform and he arrived from a scene. He was accompanying someone on the stretcher. He was about to leave, when she catched him on the door and said she has two little thief in the house and asked him to help her catching them. His not very happy about it, but he still stays professional, asking questions on why she’s chasing them and so on. On the stares they see them again and he follows them, telling her to call in the police van. She goes and while she is calling she sees him returning with one of the boys.

He tells her that he’ll take him out in the van, but she insists they catch the other boy too. I don’t remember what he answered, but he insisted that the car wouldn’t wait and he must give the boy to the local police. She is very upset over his decision and tells him to stall the van and that both must go and runs to find the other boy.

She catches him on the other floor and brings him to the front door. She tells the boy that the officer will deal with him now, but comes to abrupt stop, door closing behind her – the officer is standing on the other side of the street and watching after the leaving van! After all the trouble she has had to endure to catch the thieves and she persisted there were two. he still let the van leave with one! And calling it back would denigrate her even more.

 She is so furious, she leaves the boy right there on the street, yelling him never to return without supervision and goes straight back in, though she sees that the police officer has noticed her and is running their way. He is so surprised how she simply leaves the boy there that he comes to halt, too, before gathering himself and still catching the shocked boy.

By that time she is already back to the front desk, grabs some files from there and disappears just on the moment the police officer looks in the fuajee to talk to her. I know he felt remorse, that he should have put his feet down on the matter.

In the evening he returns, still wearing the coat. Things have calmed down. She has finished her work and is washing her hands in the room right next to the front door. She has removed her hair dress and is just closing the door to change. The man sees her, but doesn’t recognize her by the light brown hair.

He goes straight to the reception desk, removing his hat, which reveals his long, down to his midsection, straight dark blond ponytale (! in 60s!) and asks if he could talk to the nun. She needs to fill out the complaint or something.  The receptionist tells him she was just finishing off, but sees her on the last moment by the door and shows him to her direction. He sees her just as she opens the door and goes through it, dressed in grey modern raincoat, nothing left on her to say she’s a nun. He runs after her, knowing he wants to make amends and that’s where I woke up.

A note: the police van – it looked like a mini version of the accordion busses. The front part was like a car, the backside, which was cut very short, most of it filled with the accordion, looked like a bus. It was painted like an English police car – in yellow and blue.


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