The businessman lowered his head in shame.
“Yes, Father,” he muttered. “But this time it’s worse.”
The priest rubbed his temples. “Worse than the mayor’s wife? Worse than the choir director? Worse than the woman who turned out to be your accountant?”
The businessman swallowed hard. “Much worse.”
A long silence filled the confessional booth.
Finally, the priest asked, “Who was she?”
The businessman whispered a name into the screen.
The priest suddenly froze.
“No…” he said slowly.
The businessman nodded miserably. “Yes.”
The priest flung open the confessional door. “You fool! That was my sister!”
The businessman blinked. “Wait… your sister?”
“Yes! She came to town yesterday for the fundraiser!”
The businessman’s face turned pale. “Oh dear Lord…”
“Oh, now you remember the Lord?” the priest snapped.
The businessman quickly added, “Father, I swear I didn’t know who she was!”
The priest paced back and forth furiously. “She said she met a charming, generous man. She thought you were respectable!”
“Well… I am generous,” the businessman said weakly.
The priest pointed toward the church entrance. “Out! And your donation this year just doubled.”
The businessman sighed deeply. “Fine. I deserve that.”
Then the priest narrowed his eyes. “One more thing.”
“Yes, Father?”
“If you ever break my sister’s heart…”
The businessman gulped.
“…your funeral will be held in this church by Friday.”
