Brothers Keepers

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“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been four days since my last confession.”

“Yes, yes. Go on.”

Why does he always sound so impatient? Rush rush rush; that’s not the proper attitude. “Well,” I said, “let’s see.” I tried not to be rattled. “I had an impure thought,” I said, “on Thursday evening, during a shaving commercial on television.”

“A shaving commercial?” Now he sounded exasperated; it was bad enough, apparently, that I bored him, without bewildering him as well.

“It’s a commercial,” I said, “in which a blonde lady with a Swedish accent applies shaving cream to the face of a young man with a rather prognathous jaw.”

“Prognathous?” More bewildered than exasperated this time; I’d caught his attention for fair.

“That means, uh, prominent. A large jaw, that sort of sticks out.”

“Does that have anything to do with the sin?”

“No, no. I just thought, uh, I thought you wanted to know, uh...”

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