Over the meals last night, I elbowed Boni if he needs to go for confession. He responded with a wry smile and a very incongruous answer. I just shrugged it off and off I went to another bite of the tasty fried chicken.
During the washing, I would realize why he acted that way. He told me that he was surprised with my question, and if I think he's death is imminent, I should tell him right away.
y sole intention was to go for confession, plain and simple. Fr. Gircour, our confessor, has not been around for two Fridays now, and I'd like to bid the out-going year and welcome the brand new year with a clean slate.