ANGELIC...
Marcos holds the back door of the Rolls Royce open so I can enter. This is the first time in two days that I have appeared in public with a scarf over my face. I leave the church and walk with big strides towards the car. As soon as I get in, Peter, the driver, accelerates.
Even if I go home, my thoughts remain in this confessional. I left the guilt there, but it brought another feeling with me. Curiosity. It wasn't Father Bee, or anyone else who lives in the diocese. I know them all.
I lean my head against the glass and close my eyes. I have to do my penance so that everything goes well. I felt guilty because, considering everything that had happened that night, the only thing that stuck in my mind permanently was Bruce.
I take the rosary out of my robe and hold
