"Forgive me father, for I am sin." Didn't hear anyone come in the booth. Must have been dozing. Hot in here, usually the heat keeps them out. No reverence in his voice. Don't wanna deal with a smart ass kid today. Wait, what did he say? "My son, perhaps you are new to the church. The proper..." "No padre. You might say I've been around for a while, in fact." "Then you meant to say..." "I meant what I said, mon pere." He keeps cutting me off. No respect. Hate this kind. Hate sweating this much...