I wander down the street, toward school, and the outskirts of our little suburbia community.

The city's a train ride away.  I have a token in my pocket, jingling around with my change.  I consider going into the city, but something in the back of my mind keeps me in the area.  I wander around, and suddenly, I hear a far off ringing noise.  Something catches my memory.

Trinity… "The bells will send you to me." That's what he said.

I listen.   They're coming from Sacred Heart Holy Catholic Church down the block.  I used to go there with my grandparents while they were still alive.  I take off in a jog toward the bells. My blood pounds.  I couldn't rightly remember if speaking to Trinity had been real or just a beautiful dream. But…the bells. It couldn't just be a coincidence.  I speed up.

I reach the doors.  Well-dressed families cluster in as the bells solemnly toll for mass.  I stand on the corner, my eyes following each person who goes in.  I sit there.  Waiting.  The bells stop ringing.  I still sit, as the last stragglers enter the building.   With a hesitant look around, I straighten my shirt and follow inside.  I look at a corkboard with various announcements on it.  Then a sign with moveable letters catches my eye.  "Confession Sunday" it says. 

With a jolt, I hear the bells ringing again.  I follow their noise.  It leads me away from the sanctuary, where the rest of the people are filing in and finding seats.  Up. Up a set of stairs behind a closed door.  I'm almost to the top, when the bells stop ringing.  I'm in a small corridor… There are several doors.  Which one leads to the bell tower?  I open one of the doors.  It's dark.  Then I open another.  It's dark as well, but there's a confessional booth inside.  I slowly close the door behind me, and realize that the room is illuminated from within the booth.  There is a little light inside.  I go into the one side, slide into the seat, and close the door behind me.  I sense someone else's presence.  "Trinity" I think to myself.  This is it. 

I make the sign of the cross and repeat in the mantra taught to me by Sunday school. "Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been three years since my last confession."

I wait for a reply.  There is silence. 

"Trinity?" I whisper slowly.

"I'm here." A low voice replies.