I study Ginevra's brown eyes. He seems to hate us simply because we possess more authority than he does.
“I didn't think men like you confessed. Even God must have limits.”
“Without question. Even God has limits. Men like you—or me—have far more, don't you think?”
I pause and smile.
“Father, my mother is eager to set the wedding date and asked me personally to invite you to dinner.”
“That's not necessary,” he says far too quickly. “We can arrange everything here and—”
“I insist.”
My tone leaves no room for discussion.
“Especially since she needs to discuss next semester's donations.”
“As you wish.”
The moment money is mentioned, he agrees.
The officer watches us, fully aware we've just bribed the priest in front of him and that he can do absolutely nothing about it.
“As you can
