“I thought it was amusing because you had mentioned that Clark was a very common name,” he said, “that there was a university and shoes and department store, and other things also named Clark. So, I thought that the person coming must be yet another Clark. It did cross my mind that they might be a cousin or distant relative of yours, but I assumed the person would be male.”
“I can’t believe you thought I was a guy.”
He frowned. “Well, there’s the name,Andrea.”
“There you go again, mispronouncing it. I thought it was weird the way you said it when we were in Paris when you were talking about your cousin. I’ve never heard anybody pronounce it that way, Ahn-DRAY-ah. Who even says that?”
He looked up at her, his eyebrows raised in exasperation. “That’s how you pronounce Andrea. I’ve never heard anyone say it the way that you do,ANN-Dree-uh. Andrea is a boy’s name.”
“Andrea is agirl’sname. It’salwaysbeen a girl’s name. It’s how you getAnn,which is agirl’sname.”
“Andrea is one of the most common name forboysin Italy. It’s more common than Marco or Leonardo. My cousin’s name is Andrea Casiraghi, and I assure you, he’s male. Every Andrea I’ve ever known has been a male. Why would I think it was different now?”
“I can’t help the fact that your cousin’s parents gave him a girl’s name.”
“It’snot.Andrea is amalename.”
“Well, I assure you I’m not a male.”
“I’m well aware of that.”
“I should say you are. Speaking of which, why are you wearing a Roman Catholic priest’s shirt and people are calling you father? Are you impersonating a priest? That has to be a crime or something. This isweird.”
He flipped his hand in the air toward the door. “As Sister Mariam said, I’ve been ordained as a deacon, not a priest, so I am called Deacon Father Maxence. I have a vocation to be a priest but have not been ordained as one yet.”
After being a nurse in an inner-city hospital for years, Dree had a finely tuned bullshit detector. “Deacons are supposed to be either married or celibate.”
He shrugged.“Not yet.”
“Do you mean to tell me that you arewaitingforGodto grant you the ability tokeep your pants on?It doesn’t work like that.”
He bit his lip, his white, even teeth pressing his full lower lip in a way that Dree had done just two days before.
And wanted to do again.
No.He was apriest.
Orclose enough.
And she was detecting some mighty large bullshit.
She said, “Don’t you have to go to confession and enumerate your sins and say penance like the rest of us do, or do deacons get a free pass?”
“Deacons do not get a free pass. I’ve had to do the rite of reconciliation twice for our time together in Paris.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you did.” Something rather stupid in her felt pride at that. “You should’ve told me you were a deacon and supposed to be celibate.”
One side of Maxence’s mouth rose, and the depths of his dark eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m rather glad I didn’t.” He sighed. “And now I’d better go to confession for that, too.”
Dree snorted at him. “Having some impure thoughts?”
“You have no idea how impure my thoughts are right now.”
“You’ve got to stop doing that, Augustine. Speaking of which, what is yourrealname? Is it that Maxence thing or something else?”
“I was baptized Maxence Charles Honoré Grimaldi. Because I have been ordained as a deacon, you can call me Deacon Father Maxence or Father Maxence.”
Her tone sharpened. “‘Yeah, it’d be too suspicious if I called youdaddy.”
