“How were things?” the Father asked when I entered the church, making it seem like as if I’d come home from a usual patrol and welcoming me. “Ada? What’s wrong?” He seemed concerned and alarmed as I didn’t answer but walked over to him until I could fling myself into his arms to cry. I heard his soft soothing “Shh!” and felt his hands gently caressing my back. When I stopped sobbing he tried to find out more. “Did you talk to Mister Meyers?”
I nodded without looking at him. “It didn’t go well,” he realized.
I shook my head and wiped my running nose with the back of my hand, not very much ladylike. “He blamed me for what happened to him. He said I’ve been his ruin,” I said. “It has never been my intention for him being fired or laughed at. I didn’t want that at all, Michael!” I was about to start crying again, when I looked at him, apologetically. If he would condemn me, too, then…I don’t know what I would do.
“Oh, Ada,” the Father said, tenderly stroking my cheek. “I know you didn’t want that and Mister Meyers knows it, too.” I had to laugh out loud. It was hard to believe. “He does know it,” Father Michael said with emphasis. “By his choice of words, you can tell he’s bitter. It’s not your fault. With the best of intentions, you wanted to appear before the public and warn people. Well, they were warned and they didn’t listen. It was their decision to ignore all of that. That’s something that’s not up to you. You did your best.” Comforting, he took me into his arms and held me tight. For a few moments, we remained like that. His warmth soothed me. His strength gave me the feeling of being safe.
“You knew it, didn’t you?” I asked and looked up at him sadly. “You knew nobody would believe the story, right?”
“I didn’t know it. But I had a funny feeling,” he admitted, sighing.
“Great!” I exclaimed and freed myself from his embrace. “Why didn’t you stop me? Why didn’t you talk me out of it?”
Father Michael looked at me bewildered. “Ada, I did try to stop you. But you didn’t listen to me. You were absolutely convinced it was the only way,” he reminded me.
Of course, I knew of the discussions we had had. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, Michael,” I apologized and stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss. “Please, do me a favor,” I said. “The next time I come up with such a stupid idea, give me a clip round the ears or tie me up to the altar!”
Father Michael grinned. “Well, I could do that, However,” he said, scratching his chin while thinking, “I don’t think it would stop you. Don’t you agree?” Mischievously, he winked at me. What a cheek to say such a thing!
“You’re absolutely right,” I admitted then and went scarlet. Embarrassed, I looked down at my shoes. Suddenly, I heard loud laughter.
“You’re just brilliant, Ada,” Father Michael said, wiping tears of joy from the corner of his eyes.
I grimaced. “I’m glad, I can give you such a great entertainment,” I retorted and marched past him. Angrily, I trudged away.
All of a sudden, a hand grabbed me by the arm and detained me. I spun around and stood in front of the Padre. “You didn’t let me finish,” he said and looked at me upset. Obviously, I did everything wrong today. “What I wanted to say was that you’re brilliant and incredibly charming, when you’re mad.” I was confused. Was that a compliment? I wasn’t sure. “And I love you,” he added with a tender smile.
From one moment to the next my anger vanished and everything was all right again. Especially, when the Father pulled me into his arms and kissed me.