Father Decog looked at the altar he had celebrated a hundred masses on. When he stood up there, he usually wondered what people wanted from him. What they felt. What they saw in him, and what they expected from someone like him. A Father. A Reverend. He was a spiritual leader, that he knew. But that wasn't the main point. What he wanted to know was what the congregation thought of him. And he never seemed to get the answer, because the faces were always changing.
He sighed and glanced at Liam. "Well, I don't think she did, Liam. She just wants you to settle down, you know."
"I know. I can find a woman by myself. I have a personal lawyer to do that for me anyway. Boyd. It doesn't have to be her."
"It doesn't have to be her," Father Decog repeated. "But you didn't tell her that before she
