Fr. Luke stopped walking and turned to Hope for a moment.  He felt horrible; over the past few months, he had taken a few friendly liberties he should not be taking as a priest.  They were pretty harmless between just friends, but ... he had become addicted to a little bit of her physical affections.  He didn't care, she was always so good to him.  He started crying a little and asked, "May I give you a hug?  Thank you for being you; I know you will help me, but we'll work on some of it together, okay?"<br/><br/>He did enjoy a few things in life.  He enjoyed being a priest; for all his complaining, there were a few people in the flock that "got it".  He enjoyed having this friendship with Hope; it was a private side thing, something he didn't have to talk to his Bishop about, only God.  And, he loved St. Joe's cafe downtown Cityville for several reasons:  their spinach dip and/or sausage soup were to die for; their prices were reasonable; and they offer privacy and treated him like a regular person, not some Pope or something.<br/><br/>When they got to the cafe, Joe the owner at the front said, "Hi Father, hi Hope.  My two favorite people in the world!"