No, I'll just keep my promise and go sell the bread

After thinking about it for a couple of minutes, I reasoned that this was the perfect opportunity to visit the village and breathe some fresh air. I just had to share my good works with the world. Besides, I didn't want to think about Sister Helen and what had happened yesterday. I knew I had put myself in this situation, but I was certainly afraid to step up and confront her. I figured it was better to let it be for now.

When I reached the town square, many men were following me with their eyes. Some greeted me with warmth, yet others simply kept at their tasks as I walked by, but they all seemed intrigued by my visit. I walked to the stall reserved for sales from the convent and put the bread on offer to all who passed by. Three men whom I had passed before approached.

Stranger number One: What a beautiful day, Sister. Almost as beautiful as you! With what do you delight us today?

He said, looking inside the basket.

Stranger number Two: Don't be foolish, man. Don't you see it's bread? Can I try one, Sister? I'm afraid I'm out of money.