A thief was working from the police when he noticed an previous church.
With sirens getting nearer, he rushed inside and hid within the first place he may discover—the confession sales space.
A second later, he heard somebody enter and kneel down.
“Forgive me, Father, for I’ve sinned.”
The thief practically jumped out of his pores and skin.
Pondering quick, he grabbed a priest’s gown hanging close by, pulled it on, and lowered his voice.
“Go forward, my baby.”
The lady sighed deeply.
“Father, I’ve been carrying this guilt for years.”
“What’s it?”
“For the previous fifteen years, I’ve been stealing cash from my employer.”
The thief raised an eyebrow.
The lady continued.
“I’ve hidden it by faux invoices, secret accounts, and money funds.”
The thief leaned ahead.
“Nobody ever seen?”
“By no means.”
“No audits?”
“No.”
“No investigations?”
“Not a single one.”
The thief was visibly impressed.
The lady nodded sadly.
“I do know it’s horrible, Father. What ought to I do?”
The thief sat in silence for just a few seconds.
Then he leaned nearer and whispered:
“My baby… cease confessing.”
The lady blinked.
“Why?”
The thief glanced towards the church doorways the place police sirens may nonetheless be heard outdoors.
Then he stated:
“”May you begin once more from the faux invoices half?
