Write about: the confession.
All four of us went to our favorite coffee shop this morning for the first time as a group since... probably May? June at the most recent.
It was nice. I got a coffee, Kat had tea, and we got Max a hot chocolate made with almond milk. Even ran into a couple friends while we were there. On such a grey, windy, cold day, it was a nice treat.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. My last conf-"
"No. Absolutely not. Get out."
"But Father! I come seeking salv-"
"Seek it elsewhere. I will not bear witness to your sins again."
"Again? Oh, that was you last time?"
"Yes, it was. And I have yet to have a sleep devoid of nightmares since. So leave now. Please?"
"No way, Father. I know how this stuff works. I spill, you listen, I say a few dozen Hail Mary's, and boom shakalaka my slate's wiped clean!"
"Then spill to some other listener this time. I do not have the stomach for your misdeeds."
"Nuh uh, Father. We're in this together. So buckle up and get ready for some seriously crazy stuff!"
"Crazier than last...? Hold on a moment, child. I need to get a bottle of wine. To, uh, help me give you the best possible counsel. And assign you a proper penance. And... I think I'll make it two bottles, actually."