ANGELIC...
The noise in the garden wakes me up. The employees organize the outdoor space after yesterday's party. I put the pillow over my head and try to go back to sleep, but it's impossible. I'm giving up.
Despite myself, I get out of bed and put on my bathrobe over my nightgown. My head hurts, partly because I haven't slept enough, but I can't deny that last night I was tossing and turning in my bed, unable to sleep, thinking about my conversation with Bruce .
I knew the moment I entered the confessional that Father Bee was not on the other side of the screen. Padre's breathing is smooth and heavy, with short spaces between exhalations. And yet I confessed. I desperately wanted to go and confess to someone who wouldn't tell my father about my sins later.
After brushing
