I feel like such a fool! I’d waited away my life for him, dedicated myself to him, taken vows, given up my chance at children!
I’d no doubt that he’d one day come and claim me. Sitting in the nook in my bare room, staring out over the garden, I’d twist the binding ring on my finger that married me to his church, anticipating the day when the clouds above would part, and he’d descend for me in a flaming carriage!
Oh, it was flaming alright! He’s driven right past me and taken off, up to heaven - with Father Anthony!