Umber (47.13 — Oleander’s Story)

August 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

I made my first confession at St. Catherine’s Church that fall.  Father Vanderweyden  was old and gruff and I was afraid he would send me to hell if I forgot any of the sins I was supposed to confess.  So each time we went to confession, every two weeks or so, I made a handwritten list to take with me into the confessional, to make sure I didn’t forget anything.

“What’s that, Olly Belle?” Mama asked me as she, Miss Brigid and I walked to church one Saturday.

“It’s my sins” I told her.

“It’s an awfully long list for such a good little girl.  Are you sure you haven’t exaggerated a bit?”

I assured her that it was all stuff I needed to confess.  She didn’t question me any further.  I think she was too tired to ask.

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