"My daughter, this makes three times in two months that you've confessed months that you've confessed adultery. If you were sorry, if the previous penances had done some good, you wouldn't be confessing it again."
"True. I tell myself not to sin, but my heart aches for him so I do. I regret the sin, but not the acts that contain it."
Father Hiver sighed. "It wouldn't quite so bad if this man weren't married, didn't have children. You really are blessed to love and be loved. There's too little of that in the world. It's your choice of lover that offends God."
|About the author:|
Lennart Lundh is a short-fictionist, poet, historian, and photographer. His work, including five poetry chapbooks, has appeared internationally since 1965. Len and his wife, Lin, live in northeastern Illinois.
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