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. You re a jackass.I m sorry, that might end me up inPurgatory longer than I d hoped, but it s true.The mancomes clean about his feelings for you, consensually sleepswith you, and you turn him out and never talk to him again?Yeah, you re a priestly prick. I thought you said he was the jerk. That was before you told me what an ass you were toEli.Now I m all on his side. Gee, thanks. No problem.So spit it out.He came to see you again.Then what happened? she pressed. He came to the confessional.He told me he still lovedme. Even after all you did? Aw! I like this guy.You, I mpissed at. I m a priest, Jenny.I can t accept anyone s love.Noteven persistent love from someone you decided to like. Fine, whatever.You sound bummed, so I take it theconfessional moment didn t go well? Faking Perfection | Mia Watts78 It should have, but it s a tricky situation.I had to tellhim that I d chosen the church years ago, so there wasnothing for me to decide. Yes, there was.You told him you decided for thechurch and he didn t factor in, she translated. Something like that. And now you re on sabbatical doing what? Lying on a bed in a motel about five miles from whereEli lives, he muttered.Jenny laughed loudly. Oh my God. Stop saying that.It s blasphemy. Oh.My.God! You re in love with him too! she crowed. No, I m not. Yes, you are. I can t be in love with him.It isn t allowed in theCatholic church for a priest to have an intimaterelationship. Tell that to those cloaks in Europe, she snarked. Not funny. I know.Sorry.But that doesn t change the fact thatyou re there with Eli.Not here.You went to see him becausethe idea of being free of the church and not seeing him isn teven an option for you.I gotta say, big brother, what he didtakes balls.What you re doing takes brass ones.Good foryou. I haven t done anything. Yet, she added coyly.Garth sat up, crossed his legs. Yet, he agreed. But you want to? Faking Perfection | Mia Watts79 Yeah. Are you going to? she asked. I shouldn t. Jenny made a noncommittal sound on the other end,followed by comfortable silence. He told me not to find him unless I d changed my mind.That I d hurt him enough already. You did.You were kind of a bastard, she piped uphelpfully. Thanks, he answered drily. What are little sisters for? Not for encouragement, I gather. You didn t call me for encouragement.You called for asounding board to hear out loud all the things you ve beenthinking.So, do you sound like as much of a dickhead toyourself as you did to me? Garth groaned, planted his face in his free hand,supported by an elbow on his knee. Do I have to answerthat? I think you just did. I love you, brat. Jenny giggled. I love you too, jerk.Did you find youranswer? No, Are you sure? Because it sounds to me like yoursubconscious brought you to him for a reason.The thing Iwant to know is, are you going to do anything about it? And leave the church? Faking Perfection | Mia Watts80 Why not? It s not like you haven t served the church foryears upon years.Maybe your life s plan has changed.Maybe Eli was brought into your life for a reason. Jenny, it s not like that.A vow is a vow forever. Says who? The church, Garth answered quickly. I see.And the church has more authority than God? What? Well, if God were trying to tell you that He has a newplan for you, one of love and companionship, one that ismore emotionally fulfilling, how would he do it? And if Hedecided He wanted something new for you, would He reallyhave to clear it with the Catholic Church? Garth thought about it.He wanted to follow herreasoning, but every guilty pore in his being said a man wascapable of rationalizing anything he wanted.Was thisrationalization, or was it wisdom? I don t know.I think that s stretching it, he said, notsounding at all sure of himself.Garth unfolded his legs, letting one drop off the side ofthe bed to push his still-shoed toes into the motel carpet.He d come to Eli out of weakness, surely, not out of divinepermission. Garth, honey, why are you there? she asked softly.He d just been asking himself the same question. Idon t know. Yes.You do. Then can you tell me? Because I haven t told myself thereason yet. His laugh sounded parched, brittle, insincere.He wondered if she thought so too [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. You re a jackass.I m sorry, that might end me up inPurgatory longer than I d hoped, but it s true.The mancomes clean about his feelings for you, consensually sleepswith you, and you turn him out and never talk to him again?Yeah, you re a priestly prick. I thought you said he was the jerk. That was before you told me what an ass you were toEli.Now I m all on his side. Gee, thanks. No problem.So spit it out.He came to see you again.Then what happened? she pressed. He came to the confessional.He told me he still lovedme. Even after all you did? Aw! I like this guy.You, I mpissed at. I m a priest, Jenny.I can t accept anyone s love.Noteven persistent love from someone you decided to like. Fine, whatever.You sound bummed, so I take it theconfessional moment didn t go well? Faking Perfection | Mia Watts78 It should have, but it s a tricky situation.I had to tellhim that I d chosen the church years ago, so there wasnothing for me to decide. Yes, there was.You told him you decided for thechurch and he didn t factor in, she translated. Something like that. And now you re on sabbatical doing what? Lying on a bed in a motel about five miles from whereEli lives, he muttered.Jenny laughed loudly. Oh my God. Stop saying that.It s blasphemy. Oh.My.God! You re in love with him too! she crowed. No, I m not. Yes, you are. I can t be in love with him.It isn t allowed in theCatholic church for a priest to have an intimaterelationship. Tell that to those cloaks in Europe, she snarked. Not funny. I know.Sorry.But that doesn t change the fact thatyou re there with Eli.Not here.You went to see him becausethe idea of being free of the church and not seeing him isn teven an option for you.I gotta say, big brother, what he didtakes balls.What you re doing takes brass ones.Good foryou. I haven t done anything. Yet, she added coyly.Garth sat up, crossed his legs. Yet, he agreed. But you want to? Faking Perfection | Mia Watts79 Yeah. Are you going to? she asked. I shouldn t. Jenny made a noncommittal sound on the other end,followed by comfortable silence. He told me not to find him unless I d changed my mind.That I d hurt him enough already. You did.You were kind of a bastard, she piped uphelpfully. Thanks, he answered drily. What are little sisters for? Not for encouragement, I gather. You didn t call me for encouragement.You called for asounding board to hear out loud all the things you ve beenthinking.So, do you sound like as much of a dickhead toyourself as you did to me? Garth groaned, planted his face in his free hand,supported by an elbow on his knee. Do I have to answerthat? I think you just did. I love you, brat. Jenny giggled. I love you too, jerk.Did you find youranswer? No, Are you sure? Because it sounds to me like yoursubconscious brought you to him for a reason.The thing Iwant to know is, are you going to do anything about it? And leave the church? Faking Perfection | Mia Watts80 Why not? It s not like you haven t served the church foryears upon years.Maybe your life s plan has changed.Maybe Eli was brought into your life for a reason. Jenny, it s not like that.A vow is a vow forever. Says who? The church, Garth answered quickly. I see.And the church has more authority than God? What? Well, if God were trying to tell you that He has a newplan for you, one of love and companionship, one that ismore emotionally fulfilling, how would he do it? And if Hedecided He wanted something new for you, would He reallyhave to clear it with the Catholic Church? Garth thought about it.He wanted to follow herreasoning, but every guilty pore in his being said a man wascapable of rationalizing anything he wanted.Was thisrationalization, or was it wisdom? I don t know.I think that s stretching it, he said, notsounding at all sure of himself.Garth unfolded his legs, letting one drop off the side ofthe bed to push his still-shoed toes into the motel carpet.He d come to Eli out of weakness, surely, not out of divinepermission. Garth, honey, why are you there? she asked softly.He d just been asking himself the same question. Idon t know. Yes.You do. Then can you tell me? Because I haven t told myself thereason yet. His laugh sounded parched, brittle, insincere.He wondered if she thought so too [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]