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Bucky
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BUCKY SLIPPED INSIDE the confessional and knelt before the screen. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Will sin. I will sin.”
Father Carson sighed.
“Yep, it’s me, the Methodist. Turns out I’m not a killer after all. The real killer is now going to rot in prison. And that bimbo niece of Olive’s? She wasn’t even her real niece. The real one came hours after the fake one left. But the fake one turned out to be a real godsend, what with bringing Olive’s murderer to justice, so if you had anything to do with that, thank you.”
“I heard Preacher Bill is back from his vacation,” he said.
“Yes, that’s the word in the pews.” Bucky chuckled.
Father Carson sighed again. “You’re here to confess?”
“Yes. To a sin I’m committing at this very moment.”
“And what would that be?”
“Well, here’s the thing, Father. It turns out that Olive made maps for us of the Lost Dutchman Mine before she died. That’s the good news. The bad news is that the cards the maps were drawn on were tossed in her casket. Now, that poses a problem for us.”
“Go on.”
“I would think that grave robbing would be a pretty big sin.”
“You haven’t robbed a grave, have you?”
“No. That would be icky. Turns out, there’s an easier solution. But it does involve distracting someone while two other someones steal a vase from another someone’s office. An ugly vase, I might add. Now, compared to robbing a grave, I’d say taking an ugly vase from someone’s office, that was given away accidentally I might add, is pretty minor. Don’t you think?”
“Perhaps this is something you’d like to discuss with Preacher Bill.”
“No, not really. Hold on, would you?” Bucky pulled the curtain back and watched as Rosa and Shelby stepped out of the hallway leading to Father Carson’s office, carrying the ugliest green vase that had ever been created. Shelby gave Bucky a thumbs-up. Bucky released the curtain and turned her attention back to the screen.
“I think our time is up, Father. Thank you for listening to me these past few days. You’ve been a big help to my mental state. Almost makes me want to become Catholic.”
“There is nothing wrong with being a Methodist,” he said.
“You take care, Father.”
THE END
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