Lennie looked at the confessional with longing.
'How long has it been since I sat in one of those saying Father bless me for I have sinned?' he asked himself.
Sighing, he tried to imagine joining the white-haired dowagers, who like his aunt said the rosary daily, told the priest their venial sins on Saturday and took communion at Mass on Sunday.
He ruefully laughed, shaking his head, 'For their sakes, I'd have to go last, hope the padre survived my confession and that I could hack the penance; but I'd love to hear again - your sins are forgiven.'