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moment before nodding and turning away.
    “Bobby! 
Wait.”
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    T he Reverend Mother looked at me from behind
her large but simple oak desk.  She had the same sage and solemn grin on her
face that she’d had when I first arrived.  “I’ve always known you were a good
child, Lilly, and I have no doubt life will lead you in a good and fulfilling
direction.  If that direction is to be taken with a young man instead of God,
our Savior, then that is the way it is to be.”
    “But
I feel I’m letting you down.”  I glanced sidelong at Bobby.  I wanted so
desperately for her to approve of him.
    “Bring
God with you, keep Jesus Christ in your heart and live your life with honor and
integrity and you will not let me down.”  She turned to Bobby.  “God, in all
his glory, has bestowed this child with a special light.”
    “I’ll
make sure that light shines brighter and brighter every day.”
    “Good.” 
She stood and smiled.  “Go with my blessings, child, but please be sure to send
word every now and again.”
    “I
will.”
    “Now,
if you will excuse me, I must return to our postulants who are prepared to take
their vows.”
    I
smiled at Bobby as she left us.
    “You're
sure about this?” he said.
    “Positive.”
    He
led me out of the convent and we got into the car he’d rented; a square and
compact faded red car.  At first when he took the car out onto one of the
winding country roads, I thought we were heading back to Paris, but then I
realized he was heading north… maybe even a little towards the west.
    “Where
are you taking me?”
    His
smile was broad and happy.  He beamed with pride and I immediately knew he was
up to something.  “You’ll see.”
    Content
with that response, I sat back and enjoyed the passing countryside.   The
rolling hills were alive with spring blossoms, and the pastures green and ready
to feed herds of sheep, goats and cattle.
    After
a little more than an hour, Bobby slowed the car and turned onto a bumpy dirt
road. 
    “Do
you even know where we’re going?” I asked with a laugh.
    “Of
course.”  But his frown said different.  He drove on for about a mile and his
frown finally lifted as a pale yellow country house trimmed in white came into
view.  Surrounded by vividly colored wild flowers, the large home was charming
and welcoming.
    “Do
you know who lives here?” I said.
    “You
could say that.”
    He
pulled up in front of the country house that popped with life even though no
one was there.  The curtains were drawn, and every window had flower boxes
filled with orange and pink blossoms.
    “I
love it,” I said.
    “I
thought you might.”  He got out of the car, pulled out a house key and bounded
up the wide porch to open the front door.  “Your chateau for the next seven
days,
    I
met him on the porch, but he stopped me before I could walk in.
    “Hold
on.”  He swept me up into his arms and carried me inside, but he didn’t give me
much of a chance to take a look around.  He immediately headed up the stairs,
turned into the large master room and deposited me on the wide queen sized bed.
    He
looked down at me in my layers of postulant robes.  “I’ll admit this is a
little intimidating.  I mean… is God going to…?”
    I
laughed and got off the bed.  “Why don’t you give me a minute?”
    “Sounds
good.”
    He
walked out and I took off my robes, my heavy shoes and called for him once I
was sprawled out on the bed in my underwear and bra.
    “That’s
better,” he said when he came in.  He hopped onto the bed and straddled me.
    I
met his gaze; eager, befuddled, and still, a little intimidated.
    “I’m
still the Lilly Cooke you knew, Bobby.  God won’t strike you dead if you…”
    He
licked his lips and dropped his gaze to my breasts.  His crooked smile was so
boyishly charming, I wanted to pull him into my arms and kiss him.  Instead, I
let him find his own way.  With the back of his hand, he brushed his