In an older part of town stood an establishment frequented only by a very specific crowd. Inside, surrounded by obscure items on display, were several small booths arranged in pairs, each sharing a common wall with a small, fist-sized opening.
A beautiful young woman nervously slipped into one of the booths, desperately hoping no one she knew would spot her. In the adjacent booth, an experienced old man sat waiting in the shadows.
Anxious and trembling, she leaned close to the opening and whispered, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been a very naughty girl.”
The old man took a deep, patient breath, braced himself for a long encounter, and whispered back:
“You’ve definitely got the right idea, my dear, but the line is: ‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.'”
