November 1, 1923

"Father," the young woman speaks through the screen. "I need to confess."

The dark haired man nods, "Tell me child, what do you need?" His blue eyes hide behind his eyelids.

"Father, I have sinned a sin unforgivable..."
"Tell me."

The young woman breathes in, "Father, I slept with a man who wasn't my husband...in the bed I share with my husband. My husband is out of town on business. He's working for our family. Our family. He loves us so much. He's working hard. I feel like the devil loves me so much that he wants me to follow him. Do I need an exorcism, a baptism, what? What! Father, what do I do?"

Father opens his eyes. He looks through the screen and smiles. His presence smells like sage and vanilla. "Sister, you need to not worry. You're husband does the exact same thing you just confessed, except he doesn't feel guilty. He's gone in depth about his fantasies with his mistress and how he couldn't wait to see her again. He's even threatened to leave the church because he wants to divorce you My Dear. So please, don't feel guilty. Enjoy the way this friend of yours pleasures you." Father Sebastian closes the small door and leaves the box. He straightens his collar as he walks back to his study, leaving the poor woman wide mouthed.

The friar walks into his office and locks the door. He walks to his desk and sits back down. The open bible exposed to his eyes and the halfway done page still drying. He puts his glasses on and begins to skim the page searching for where he left off.

"Father!"

Of course. James. He had to interrupt now.

"Brother, I'm in the middle of something, can this wait?" The friar asks, writing down the next line.

"It's the Valentinos, Father."

The friar drops his pen. They're not supposed to come for another three weeks. The man stands from his desk and goes to unlock the door.

As the man fixes his collar the door busts open. Father jumps back. He looks at the man in front of him. Mr. Valentino. A young man with greasy black hair and face made of olive skin comes in.

"Sebastian, it's so good to see you!"

Sebastian stops and breaths in. "Mr. Valentino. You weren't supposed to be here until another couple of weeks."

"How's your Italian lessons."
"Buono."

The Italian man smiles. His eyes squint. "Good. Now," Valentino says walking past Sebastian and to his desk. "You got any cigarettes?" He asks sitting in the chair.