"Bailey." Stephanie supplied, seemingly oblivious to her escort's sudden tension. Shesmiled at the man, noting that he was even younger than Anthony."Merry Christmas,Father." She said sweetly, then, noting that their pause was creating a traffic jam, tuggedon Anthony's hand to lead him inside. She paused beside him at the baptismal as he madethe sign of the cross, and then turned to peer into the main hall of the church. "Where dowe sit?" She asked as her eyes roamed the crowded room."Wherever we can find a seat.""Are we supposed to do anything before we sit down?"Anthony frowned, not understanding the question."Cross ourselves or...kneel?" The woman looked around purposefully, trying to findsomeone's behavior to copy. Anthony knew that Stephanie's mother had taken her tochurch every Sunday for the first eighteen years of her life but she had been raisedPentecostal. From the expression on her face, he could see that she felt completely out of her depth."You don't have to." He said quietly, steering her to a seat along the left wall. "- and I promise that nothing happens if you don't get it right...." She was worried aboutembarrassing him. He placed a light peck on her cheek to let her know that heappreciated her efforts. "Besides, I'd bet that actual Catholics are in the minority tonight."The statement drew a look of relief."Thank you for bringing me with you." Stephanie whispered as they slid into a pew."Thank you for agreeing to come." Anthony squeezed her hand tenderly, swallowing therest of his words. Because I couldn't do this alone... Not tonight.Anthony toyed with his tie, wishing there was some way to hold back the flood of memories that had threatened to overwhelm him since they had stepped inside thesanctuary. I wonder who is standing in my place at Holy Family tonight... ? This churchwas so like the one in costal Maine at Christmas: the same red tapered candles in everywindow, the same scent of cinnamon in the air... I wonder if Mrs. Eaton had another babythis year....Charlotte is nearly two now, would she remember me? Only last year it wasAnthony standing in a doorway, greeting parishioners.A year? It had to be more. It was another world. Another life-A life that he was trying to forget."...For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Himshould not perish but have eternal life...This is the gospel of the Lord."