‘ People started to wander away from the piano and I started to move towards him. ‘And then for nobody but himself he started to play again. ‘He...started to play a traditional, but not show style, version of Someone To Watch Over Me. Slow. Soulful. With so much emotion I couldn’t believe the other girls weren’t rushing him. ‘But after the first time through it got even more amazing. He started to do a jazz version. Still slow, but he was taking it places. I didn’t know if he had worked on it or. ’ Mark chuckled and looked up at Alex, who smiled, running her hand over a dark burnished table. ‘He shook his head at me and told me to look again. I told him a maple tree log.’ He chuckled again, taking Alex’s hand and leading her to sit in the rocking chair. ‘He told me to stop being obtuse.’ He started the chair rocking as she let her hands glide over the smooth wood of the chair, impressed with the workmanship. ‘I was fifteen and I had no idea what he wanted. I told him so. He shook his. He stopped at each of the fourteen Stations of the Cross and marked twelve locations along the walls with holy water. He ended up at the altar and sprinkled it.After reading half an hour worth of scripture—I was wondering if they were going to read the whole Bible—the archbishop preached. It sure seemed like the word ‘obedience’ kept cropping up a lot. There was a profession of faith that I sort of recognized from when I went to church. There was music and then the Father Provincial and Father. I search your eyes for desire to see if it’s present and if you are content with this new level that our friendship has reached. You smile mockingly at me with a smirk to challenge and I can see the wonder and hope that I will accept it. I have always loved your mind, the way its intelligence stimulates me in unexpected ways. You are more than just a feast for the eyes and that is something that has always been a turn on for me. Looking in my eyes, you can’t tear your gaze away. You make me.