"I'm Guinevere Gow."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady! So tell me Guin, can I call you Guin? What on earth is someone as sweet and lovely as you doing here?"
"No you cannot call me 'Guin' and Do not try to flatter me!"
"Oh Guin, we are going to get along like a house on fire!"
"No. We are not going to get along at al!"
With that she had walked away, offended by his friendliness. The nun curled herself into a ball as it started to rain. It was too cold for her old bones out here, but the tears continued to fall.