“Father, I have sinned.” There was no reply from the other side of the confessional box.
‘It had better be Caron…I don’t want anyone else knowing my business.’
‘It had better be Caron…I don’t want anyone else knowing my business.’He repeated, in a slightly louder tone,
“Father, I have sinned.”
“God bless you, my son. Which sins do you repent?’
“Ah, it’s you, Father Caron,” he hissed, then, gathering himself,
“I confess anger. My wife made comments in our conversation that I thought to be…um…disrespectful, and I raised a hand to her. Although she deserved it, I realise that I behaved badly, so I confess my anger. Any husband would have done the same — ”
“Quiet, my son. I do not ask for any explanation, nor does the Good Lord, who hears and forgives us sinners without judgment. What f
