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Her
shoulders
were
bent
as
if
the
load
was
very
heavy
,
but
she
lifted
her
head
to
look
directly
into
his
face
.
"
I
wo
n't
fill
my
head
with
dreams
of
you
,
do
n't
worry
.
I
know
you
're
a
priest
.
"
"
I
'm
not
convinced
I
chose
my
vocation
wrongly
.
It
fills
a
need
in
me
no
human
being
ever
could
,
even
you
.
"
"
I
know
.
I
can
see
it
when
you
say
Mass.
.
You
have
a
power
.
I
suppose
you
must
feel
like
Our
Lord
.
"
"
I
can
feel
every
suspended
breath
in
the
church
,
Meggie
!
As
each
day
goes
on
I
die
,
and
in
each
morning
saying
Mass
I
am
reborn
.
But
is
it
because
I
'm
God
's
chosen
priest
,
or
because
I
hear
those
awed
breaths
,
know
the
power
I
have
over
every
soul
present
?
"
"
Does
it
matter
?
It
just
is
.
"
"
It
would
probably
never
matter
to
you
,
but
it
does
to
me
.
I
doubt
,
I
doubt
.
"
She
switched
the
subject
to
what
mattered
to
her
.
"
I
do
n't
know
how
I
shall
get
on
without
you
,
Father
.
First
Frank
,
now
you
.
Somehow
with
Hal
it
's
different
;
I
know
he
's
dead
and
can
never
come
back
.
But
you
and
Frank
are
alive
!
I
'll
aways
be
wondering
how
you
are
,
what
you
're
doing
,
if
you
're
all
right
,
if
there
's
anything
I
could
do
to
help
you
.
I
'll
even
have
to
wonder
if
you
're
still
alive
,
wo
n't
I
?
"
"
I
'll
be
feeling
the
same
,
Meggie
,
and
I
'm
sure
that
Frank
does
,
too
.
"
"
No
.
Frank
's
forgotten
us
...
You
will
,
too
.
"
