03-16-2022, 06:04 PM
Immediately, the priest shook his head.
"No," came his quick correction. Malachi set down his glass and stood, only to kneel when he reached the constable's chair.
He took gloved hands into his own, holding firmly.
"You are not weak, Elijah. You are in love."
If Father Richards had been a woman, if he had not been a priest, if, if, if, what did it matter? Why did it have to be different?
Why did it have to be if only, why could it not be even if?
"He is the same as you. I am the same as you," Malachi confessed. "And it is painful and it is wrong that we have to hide. But it is not wrong to be in love."
"No," came his quick correction. Malachi set down his glass and stood, only to kneel when he reached the constable's chair.
He took gloved hands into his own, holding firmly.
"You are not weak, Elijah. You are in love."
If Father Richards had been a woman, if he had not been a priest, if, if, if, what did it matter? Why did it have to be different?
Why did it have to be if only, why could it not be even if?
"He is the same as you. I am the same as you," Malachi confessed. "And it is painful and it is wrong that we have to hide. But it is not wrong to be in love."
