She never thought romance would come her way. In all the years since her sister married the lapsed priest from St. Michael’s she never once thought that the exact same thing might one day happen to her. Yet here they were, at the bay, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Sometimes she got into his things and brought them out, made him get into the priest clothes right up to that stiff white collar. Then she’d kneel beside him, her on the floor, him sitting on the end of the sofa, and confess everything she’d ever done.
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