’ I smiled and said, ‘Again, thank you, Father. I will see you on Tuesday.’ I left the confessional and went to Mass, and later returned to my r...om, with a couple bottles of water. I prayed and thought. I thought about what I had done, about the love I had for Zack and of the love he had for me. I thought of the consequences of that love, leaving my vocation, becoming a wife and possibly even a mother. As I prayed and thought, the enormity of my decision began to overwhelm me. But, as I. He kneeled and looked into her green eyes. "It's OK. You're right, normally I don't like to talk about it, but I will for you."Rebecca looked up into Tony's bright blue eyes and held his gaze. "Why me, I mean why talk about it with me if you don't want to?"Tony thought for a moment and replied. "We're friends. I know I'd like to get to know you better and learn more about you. I wouldn't be doing myself a service not talking about Tammy. She was, is, a part of who I am. What do you want to. I probably didn't help matters any by simply ignoring her and not responding to her comments and that may have been a good part of the reason that things seemed to be going stale in our marriage. Sex went from almost daily to four times a week and then twice a week and sometimes even twice in two weeks. We were 'snappy' with each other and bad arguments started over trivial little things.One day, after we'd had Steph and her current boyfriend over for dinner, she called me at work and asked me. The Macallan would go a long way towards warming me as well, and I took a sip, letting the sherried liquid roll over my tongue. Warm on the outside, warm on the inside, I thought to myself.I began the comfortable ritual of packing my pipe as Gabriel launched into his favorite topic of conversation."I just got the Shari's Berries I ordered," he said."Shari's Berries?" You know. I told you about them last week."I shook my head and used the pipe to gesture for him to explain."The strawberries.