"We call him Father Bob, Aunt Carole. He's a friend of mine and Ceara's." Bea explained with a grin. Okay so maybe friend wasn't exactly the right word to describe Bob and Ceara's relationship, but if there was a word to explain it, all of it, then she'd yet to hear it. Shakespeare himself would have been stumped trying to describe it, she mused to herself. And the Bard, he was no slouch when it came to the written word. She grinned to herself.