Chapter 3
Jojo strained to match the voice and then it hit him. “Mateo? Is that you?”
“Yes, I just recently transferred to this parish! Didn’t your mother tell you? I thought she would’ve since I know this is the church you like to attend.”
“No, mother is in Kuala Lumpur with some friends. I haven’t talked to her since she left.”
“Oh.” Mateo paused. “So did you want to do the confessional rite with me?”
“Umm…” Jojo cleared his throat. “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with that, I mean…it’s just that—”
“No, it’s okay. Considering you’re family. It’s normal to think in the beginning that you’d feel it odd.”
“Thank you,” Jojo said, making the sign of the cross as he exited. He stepped out, making sure not to trip on the kneeler, thankful that this church provided a small bench for thos
