Fr Joe Part 3 Adult friends
After the last Sunday Mass, Fr. Joe and I drove up to thecountry, to spend a few days at his cabin. The cabin was on property owned byFr. Joe, and we were miles from the nearest neighbor, which suited both of usfine. Once up there, before we even unpacked, Fr. Joe told me to sit in oneof the rustic wooden chairs on the porch. He sat beside me on another, andasked to hear my confession. As I confessed my various sins, I could see Fr.Joe's eyes narrow behind his bifocals as he glowered at me, and...