“Oh, thank you Father.” Daysha said sincerely while placing the book in her lap. Then an awful Tammy Wynette song from her mom’s old records began in her head.
Ah, crap. That was probably what I saw written in the confessional earlier.
Daysha thought for a moment trying to recall memories. Although you’d think that they were ingrained in her just like Miranda Rights.
“I think it went something like; O my God, I am sorry for my sins.” Her eyes shifted looking up for memory recall. “In choosing to sin,” Another pause, “and failing to… something.” Pausing again and biting her lip; not to mention she getting warm, again. Daysha nervously spoke “Yeah, that’s about all I remember. I suppose it’s in here though.” Tapping the book and looked in Rory’s eyes. Perhaps fate sent her to this church for that very guidance.
What happened to 10 Hail Marys and Our Fathers and peace be with you?