"Why, thank you for your assistance, good sir," Sylvia reached her hand out, touching Aleksandr's. A real smile twitched on his face as she spoke and formed a small smirk on her lips.  He grabbed her with ease and placed her in the wheelchair.  He quickly closed the car door and pushed the wheelchair towards the bookstore as fast as possible.

Father Seraphim shook his head softly, watching the two interact. He didn't doubt that Sylvia was a nice, young lady; it was just he did not trust Aleksandr. Aleksandr wasn't particularly [I]terrible[/I], but he wasn't [I]good[/I], either. Memories of Theodora and him came to his mind.  The happiness they both shared was something he could never erase from his mind, and when little Aleksy came along, the three had such cherished memories that he sinfully longed for every day. Perhaps, he [I]should[/I] let Aleksandr enjoy this small amount of happiness for its brief moment. Of course, that's what he told himself every time, and look where it got them...  

Father Seraphim closed his eyes to think better. No, no, he had to be stricter on Aleksandr.  The last thing the three of them needed was an [I]accident[/I].  Father Seraphim opened his eyes and watched as Aleksandr opened the door of the bookstore to wheel Sylvia inside of it.  The priest crossed himself discretely, wishing he had at least told them to be quick about it. Perhaps, he was being paranoid, but then again, he thought discerningly about Aleksandr in the hospital--out of all the places  for the young man to start touching himself. [I]Men can be such terrible monsters to women,[/I] he thought to himself, staring out the passenger door window to look at the bookstore.  His head shook back and forth slightly.  [I]What would Theodora do?[/I]  The thoughts escaped him. [@Arista]