This is taking a wee bit too long, but I'm sticking to it. --- Part V: “Counseling?” I said, staring at Father John like he’s lost his head. From what I’ve heard, he probably has. “Oh good, you agree to do it,” he said, his face forming into a cheerful smile. I didn’t think he was serious but when he started walking towards the altar I had to scramble after him. “Father John, with all due respect, I hardly think that I’m qualified to do counseling. I’ve just graduated and I don’t think I can do this,” “But I don’t…