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Maria and Phil were walking down the street when she spotted the cathedral.
"Phil. I want to see what it looks like inside. I think this is the place Madame mentioned a few weeks ago. She said it was beautiful inside."
There were candles in red glass everywhere. The pews were polished wood. Madame Chartier was sitting in the front row, her head bowed. Maria walked down the aisle and turned to enter the pew to join her, and then stopped. Madame was crying, a painful expression on her face, and she was crying, quietly, sobs that suggested the crying would never stop.
She turned and looked at Phil, and he said what she was thinking.
"Let's go."



She found Madame Chartier sitting in the garden, reading. Her voice was melodious.
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want..."
"Hello Maria, come sit by me." She patted the space on the bench beside her.
"How are things for you here?" she asked.
"Things are fine." Maria stammered.
"Do you love him?"
"Very much. Enough to ... share ... , ... intimacy ... sex, with him."
Her face turned red.
Madame Chartier took her hand. "Maria, I'm sure that wasn't easy to say."
"I don't know when to make my move. Part of me says I've waited too long, that it should have already happened."
"There are advantages to waiting. More than just waiting to see if the guy is as good as he seems at first. Once you add sex to your relationship, you can't go back to the time before sex. You won't want to go back. Yet years later you will want to remember a time when your relationship was held together by things other than the glue of alkaline body fluids."
"If you don't mind my asking, what was it like for you?"
"I thought I understood the situation. I knew he was right for me. There were problems, and for reasons which all come back to me, my little girl will never know her father."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."
"Thank you for listening to me talk about something ... so difficult to face."
Maria stood up to leave.
"Maria?"
"Yes, Madame?"
"When you take him, do it with a lot of style."


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