Chapter 11
Six hours earlier
"Bless me, father, for I have sinned. . ."
Sweat pooled on my forehead and I was not able to speak further. The priest must have sensed my distress, for he sat up and peered at me through the peep holes in the confessional booth.
"You can speak freely, child of God, there is no condemnation for you here in the house of God."
I stayed quiet for a bit as I sat on my hunches. I took in the statue of the mother of God which stood on the right of the altar, and then I swung my eyes to the altar itself where the tabernacle lay. Its presence relaxed me a bit and I breathed easier.
Clearing my throat, I began to speak. "I've been having murderous thoughts."
There was silence as I waited for the priest to comment. He seemed to be pondering on what I just dished
