We couldn't stop giggling, both of us having to sit down. As our laughs subsided, I looked in her eyes and we both lost it again, doubling over as we ...giggled like teenage schoolgirls. Finally, after a few fits and starts, we both settle down. Wiping her eyes, Mom said, "So, do anything fun last night?" making us both lose it all over again. Finally able to breath evenly again, we just smiled at each other."Well, I guess that was bound to happen," I said. "We're both adults with... um.... He heard a whispered, “Kenny?”“Yeah, over here. Why are you whispering?”She snickered, “Hell, I don’t know. Kinda feels like we’re doing something sneaky, I guess.”She took his hand and stepped carefully into the opposite end of the canoe, taking a seat facing him as he held it steady. Once she was settled, Kenny pushed off with the paddle and propelled them out onto the moonlit lake. A few yards out, he asked, “Care for a beer? Barb was kind enough to donate a couple to the cause.”“Sure, I’ll. He listened intently to the story and made copious notes on a napkin. He placed his hand on Amy’s shoulder and promised her that everything would be okay. Amy looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Akil Galanta, I’m in medical school, and I just work here at nights because it’s so slow it’s like getting paid to study. I’m going to take care of this so that this woman is dealt with in the most appropriate way. Let me do some research, contact the. She’s in no state to listen to you.”“And what do you wish to say to me, Subdeacon?”“Privately, please.”He nodded grudgingly and I followed him out of the sitting room to his study. I shut the door and he pointed to a leather chair and I sat. I decided it was best if I simply started the conversation.“Father Deacon, do you love your daughter?”“Of course! What does that have to do with anything?”Quite a bit, but I wasn’t ready to answer him just yet.“And you believe in confession and.