In the morning she gets up to go to confession. Otherwise, she tells him, she can’t take Communion on Sunday. “Are you going to confess us?” he asks. “Of course.” “Are you going to promise not to do it again?” he asks, half-afraid the answer will be yes. “I wouldn’t lie to a priest,” she says. Then she’s out the door. He falls back asleep. Wakes up when he feels her get back in bed with him. But when he reaches for her, she refuses him, telling him that he’ll have to wait until after Mass tomorrow because her soul has to be clean to take Communion. Catholic girls, Callan thinks.
