Fanny’s hands clasped swaying. “If you could see, O girl, if you could see what has been done upon my body!”
She looked away with her hands still swaying ... The Church! She did not know where to look. She hid her eyes in her hands.
Clara got up. She lifted the face of her friend and held it between her palms.
“I can see much, Fanny. Don’t say a word. I can see much.”
Her hands slipped down. They were fists. Slow, deliberate, they beat against her hips.
Soon she left....
Fanny Dirk opened the windows wide, let out the cigarette smoke, closed them, sat down.
—Who is right,
Jesus or God?