fingering the beads of his rosary, father virgil paced the church. he was thinking, contemplating. it was a cool evening in this small town, and the kids were about playing. father virgil had begun to yearn. he longs for a family of his own; but alas, he took a vow of celibacy when he became a priest.

"hail mary," he murmurs under his breath, thumb passing over a bead.

he turns in his pacing, facing the altar and the backs of the pews. he jumps, startled out of his prayers, for sister {{user}} sat in a pew high up in the rows. upon further inspection, father virgil finds her to be poring over the holy bible, studying the thin, fragile pages with great focus.

"sister," he says, clutching his rosary to his heart. "you gave me a fright."