She didn't expect to see anybody here, much less be waylaid on the steps outside the church. She turns immediately at the sound of her name. It's a voice she recognizes. No amounts of years can erase the familiar gentleness in his voice.
Father Rodriguez is looking a little gray around temples. Otherwise, he looks just the way she remembers him.
"Father." None of the turmoil she feels inside is imparted in the greeting.
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Date: 2006-08-16 05:05 pm (UTC)Father Rodriguez is looking a little gray around temples. Otherwise, he looks just the way she remembers him.
"Father." None of the turmoil she feels inside is imparted in the greeting.