“After Mass, I hurried to the front of the church and scanned every face as people filed out, looking for her, not wanting to miss her. Part of me felt like a fool, but most of me was just so excited to see her again. Finally, I saw her. She was standing off beside one of the columns, waiting for the crowd to thin out. After what seemed like an eternity, we were left alone on the portico. We just stood there, looking at each other. Finally, we walked toward each other. We stopped about a foot from each other, neither of us knowing what to say. She spoke first. She said, ‘Hi.’ That’s all she said. We stood there for the next thirty minutes talking. That’s when I found out she had moved back to Myerton to take a job, and she was discerning a call to religious life. I told her how wonderful i
