SATURDAY MID-DAY – SYLVAIN RENOMy mother will have a fit if she sees me hanging around the square today, but I urgently need to speak to Father Francis. I haven't been here long, and I won't be staying, but I suppose curiosity is causing me to look across at the guest house as I make my way to the church. I know that Uzma is inside, but I dare not risk being seen or everything I hold dear will come crashing down.
It was supposed to be fun, our summer liaison and I never imagined that she would actually come here expecting us to have a future together. Pulling my jacket collar up around my face, I take the stone steps two at a time, hoping that my best friend has time to talk.
“Father?” I call, using his title out of respect, just in case there are people inside the church, but on closer
