Umber (47.15 — Oleander’s Story)
August 21, 2012 § 2 Comments
“I was mad at my mother for throwing my daddy out of the house. I was mad at my daddy for making my mother cry. I was mad at Miss Brigid for pinching my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at Miss Brigid when her back was turned. I–”
Father Vanderweyden interrupted me by asking, “Aren’t these the same things you confessed last week?”
“Oleander, you don”t need to tell me again unless you did it again since your last confession. Do you understand?”
“Yes, but I told Mama that Daddy was kissing Miss Julie, and so they had a fight and he left, and if I hadn’t told her, he would still be living with us, so I ruined our family.” My voice was quavering by this time.
“No, Oleander,” he said firmly (how did he know it was me?), “telling your mother what you saw was not a sin. I don’t want you to think about that any more. For you penance for sticking your tongue out at Miss Brigid, say three hail Mary’s and an Our Father. Now say the Act of Contrition…”