Thirty-Five
AS HELEN PARKS THE car, I remember the last time we were at the Archbishop’s residence together. It was only three weeks ago but it seems like a lifetime. That night was filled with uncertainty. Neither of us had any idea how His Eminence would react to what I had to tell him, nor what would happen to me as a result.
He gave us a chance to create a relationship built on love, not mere physical desire. One where I loved God first, then Helen. One where Helen loved God first, then me. One where we were committed to each other, but our commitments to God and the Church overrode our desires to have more than we could have.
So far, things seem to be working out OK.
But then why do I have an uneasy feeling about this meeting?
“Hey,” Helen says, jarring me out of my reverie. “You
