“For your penance Wildcat you shall pray a Divine Mercy Chaplet…”, said Father Anastasius.
Yolanda was taken aback, one chaplet for killing a man?
“…and offer the merits of your next three Eucharists for Brainwave.”
“But father”, she asked confused. “I killed him, he’s dead. How can that do him any good?”
Anastasius smiled a smile of faith hope & love: “Perhaps, but daughter, can it really be that after the Lord in his love provided you the Stranger to bring you here & me the extra decades needed to hear your confession, you still doubt God’s capacity for mercy?”
Previously An Unexpected Guest, Next mercy on request.