Over the years I found that Father M. was the easiest to go to. He was a retired Franciscan priest who lived at Holy Family. He was hard of hearing and didn’t ask a lot of questions. He became my regular confessor. With him I never went face-to-face, but always behind the screen, yet I would often do my penance in the pews just outside the confessional door. I wanted him to know me, but I didn’t want him to know me in my sinfulness.