"I didn't think she was the type," Father Renaldo whispered, looking over his shoulder to be sure they weren't overheard.
Enrico Maxwell shrugged and looked down at his hands. "It doesn't interfere with her duties, it's not a sin per se. I have no reason to interfere with her personal choices."
"It just seems so out of character for her, though."
"We're Iscariots," Maxwell replied as though that explained everything.
Father Renaldo nodded as though it did explain everything and held out his hand, "Give me Sister Heinkel's mail and I'll deliver it to her room."
Maxwell took one last look at the Victoria's Secret catalog in his hand and handed it over with a sigh.