Sylvie Stories – 6. Breakdown
“Father, I can’t continue.” I’m sitting at Father Flannagan’s kitchen table, pouring my heart out.
“You’re a brilliant thief, Sylvie. You’ve brought prosperity to the town, kept the school afloat, given lonely women excitement and romance. You work hard, give your beloved detective all the glory. No wonder you’re worn out.”
The good Father’s blue eyes radiate compassion.
“You’ve been taking care of everyone but yourself. It’s time for you to rest.”
“But the hungry poor …”
“Will be fed. I set aside a few jewels for a rainy day.”
Tears slowly roll down my cheeks.
Love can be so exhausting.