Sylvie Stories – 2. Seal of the Confessional
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”
We’re both delighted with my latest theft – an emerald bracelet worth 72,000 pounds. One of his penitents is a fence, who gets a nice cut. I get a new silk dress, Father Flannagan gets his favorite Belgian chocolates, and the rest goes to one needy head-of-household at a time, as they enter the booth.
“No one will starve this month.” Father’s blue eyes twinkle.
The Bishop notes the steady flow of people leaving the confessional with beatific smiles, and commends the good Father.
“A happy flock.”
“Thank the Lord.”
And thank Sylvie.