Padre Luis Again!

October 26, 1982: Last night just before dinner, my aunt and I took a short walk. Since the church was right there, three blocks away, we decided to go in before they closed it until the morning. Mass had just ended and Padre Luis was standing by the steps leading to the altar.
I wish I knew more about men! It seems that I've been nowhere all my life! I should know how to handle myself, but I don't.
When he came over to speak to us, my aunt nudged me on the arm. I had to be polite and take his hand when he offered it to me. I barely touched his, and while they had their conversation, I stared at the floor.For the life of me, I couldn't do anything else to hide the sudden red in my cheeks.
I think that he really cares about my Tia and not just because that's what a priest is supposed to do. He and my uncle were friends in spite of the difference in their ages. Padre Luis is 27, a year older than I am. My uncle could very well have been his father.