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under questionable circumstances, Kevin consulted with the CIA in Washington. He and Katie were living in the same city and started to see each other, resuming the close relationship they had begun in college. After a few months of dating and commuting between their respective apartments, Katie casually suggested they live together. Kevin hesitated. Something powerful and mysterious was burning and growing inside him. A calling. A life path. He dreaded telling Katie about it. Telling her, saying it out loud, would finalize his resolution. He wasn’t ready. She wouldn’t get it. What woman would? And then without knowing exactly when it happened, one day a decision was made.
    One afternoon Katie and Kevin met in a café on 36th Street in Georgetown, just blocks from campus. The sky was filled with dark rain clouds. Outside it looked dreary, sunless, solemn. Kevin was the first to arrive and was fidgeting with his cup of coffee. When she joined him, his eyes avoided hers. If he looked at her, he’d lose the nerve to speak his mind.
    â€œKatie, there’s something we should talk about,” he said, folding his hands and looking at his coffee.
    â€œOK,” she said, unconcerned, stirring her cappuccino. “What’s up, Kev?” Kevin knew his body language would give him away. He was nervous, wanted to get this over with.
    â€œYou know how much I love you,” Kevin said.
    â€œOf course,” said Katie. Good Lord! Maybe he was going to propose . Her heart softened. She reached out, took one of his hands in hers. It felt cold. “Kevin, you know how much I love you, too. Right?”
    He nodded.
    â€œSomething’s come between us. I … I’ve made a decision—about my career—that will change … how we relate.”
    â€œIs the CIA relocating you?” she asked. She would not let him leave without her! This was the perfect time to get married .
    â€œNo, no … it’s nothing like that,” said Kevin. Withdrawing his hand, Katie noted that he wasn’t wearing the Mickey Mouse watch.
    â€œIs it … another woman?” chortled Katie.
    â€œWhat?” Kevin looked at her, surprised. “No, not another woman, nothing like that.”
    â€œThen, what?” asked Katie. Her eyes were dark and defiant. “If you have to move somewhere, I’ll come with you.”
    â€œNo, Katie.… it’s not that.” How could he possibly tell her?
    â€œLook, we love each other. Circumstances necessitated we spend time apart in the last few years. But it doesn’t have to always be that way,” said Katie. “We can make this work. I don’t want us to be separated again—not now, Kevin. So no matter where you have to go—even if it’s to the moon—I’m ditching my job and coming with you!”
    Kevin squirmed in his seat. He had to tell her. “Katie, I … well … I’ve decided to move forward. To do it. To become a priest.”
    â€œOh, my.” Katie dropped her cappuccino, spilling it on the table.
    â€œLook, this is tough,” Kevin said, trying to look her in the eyes, “and I know you can’t possibly understand what I’m feeling. This has been haunting me for over a year.”
    Katie’s mouth popped open, her eyes big. “I’m speechless … I … don’t know what to say.”
    â€œRemember the problems I had in the army?” Kevin said. “I won’t explain them now. What matters is that at the end of the whole fiasco, I was close to God. I took much comfort in Him. That’s how I got through it all, Katie. I talk to Him. He talks to me.”
    â€œWhat do you mean He talks to you? Do you hear voices? Are you crazy? Kevin, it’s the schizophrenics who hear voices!” Katie wiped away a tear, conscious that she was shrieking, her voice elevated.
    â€œLook, Katie, there’s lots of biblical cases of exactly