Umber (47.27 — Oleander’s Story)

September 2, 2012 § 1 Comment

I watched the last of the red leaves twirl from the maple trees as Mama, Miss Brigid and I made our bi-weekly trek to receive the sacrament of confession.  Although Father Vanderweyden had assured me more than once that telling Mama that I saw my dad kissing Julie the trick rider wasn’t a sin, at least not on my part, I still felt compelled to repeat it each time I had the opportunity.  So on this particular Friday, when the trees were almost bare, I knelt trembling in the confessional with a handful of index cards, reciting my sins.  When I got to the part about Daddy and Miss Julie, the priest finally lost his patience.

“Oleander,” he scolded, “that is not a sin!  God does not want you to dwell on that.  Stop it right now!”

“Okay,” I said meekly.  Scared because I had angered him, I forgot to wait for his absolution, and bolted from the confessional.

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