Back when Daysha was a kid church was something she went to because her parents did that on Sundays. The dress for first communion and confirmation were such a big deal….. to her mother. Debbie is/was a social butterfly at church. She hated that. Keeping faith when you’re a cop isn’t easy and she tried to go to Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow (how depressing) with her family for years. After her divorce, she quit going cause that’s all it seemed to be was a social gathering.
This time, she was lost. In more ways than one. Maybe God had her answers. Doubtful.
Daysha's old church was on the other side of town and completely inconvenient, so she thought she'd try one that was closer. Did it really matter? So she was sitting in the back pew of the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament after Wednesday mass. Wednesday masses were usually less populated, but wow, this was sad. She waited for the Priest to walk into the confessional.
Shit, I’m the only one here waiting…. Damn it. Does it count as a sin if I swear in my head. Man I don’t remember.