My eyes dart to his face, wide with surprise. He doesn’t say anything, but he turns around to settle some papers on his desk. He didn’t change his mind for her, I tell myself, but when I turn around I find a victorious expression on her face, and the jealousy twists even tighter. My mother wouldn’t go after a priest, would she?
if this turns into a mother-daughter-priest threesome... I can't, there's only so much I can take. I know, that's ridiculous, right? why write this?!
