“Father Brady,” I said. “I imagine you are here for a confession?” “Yes.” I stood and he looked me up and down. There was a long pause, a long moment where his face went from confused to sad to unreadable. “Not today,” he finally said and then turned and started walking toward his office. I was confused. “Not today? Like no confession today? Are you busy or something?” “No, I’m not busy,” he said, still walking away.
