Leaving long-term parking at the airport, I called Julie from my car phone. She asked me to come by her apartment for dinner. When I arrived, she apologized for not having cooked. “So, we’re ordering in pizza again, right?” I asked. She nodded, poured beers, and clinked glasses. “I dropped my papers,” she said. “What?” “I wrote the head of my order and advised I would be leaving.” My heart sank. We clinked glasses again. “Well, now, this… I guess this is good news. It’s big news, for sure. When will you be leaving?” “I don’t know. It’s up to me. Today I got my response. They will leave it to me to tell the diocese and to leave my job and the religious community when I am ready. I don’t think it will be long.” “Did something push you over the edge?” “No. It wasn’t one thing.
