Copyright 2021. All characters and religious institutions are fictional. All characters are over 18. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are coincidental. The theology in the story is mostly my own invention, not intended to represent a particular faith. This is a sequel, and while I tried to make it stand on its own as much as possible, it really needs to be read after "Confession, the First".
Father Al did not expect to see Eugenie again after her visit the night before last. Nevertheless, here she was, at the doors of the Church of the Morning Star, looking at the stained glass and the workmanship of the nave. This happened a bit, as the windows were very old, and there was a lot of argument over who actually designed them, as no artist of the 1800s in Providence Rhode Island or anywhere in New England wanted their name associated with the church, or the subject of the stained glass, the Light Bringer.
It was late, well after dark, and Father Alphonse ("Call me Father Al") was about to lock up for the night. He had been working on his sermon for the week, and calling parishioners to follow up on their requests for spiritual comfort. His office was behind the sacristy, but with the doors open, he could always hear even the softest footsteps echoing in the open space of the church.
Eugenie rivaled the beauty of the church. She had her auburn hair combed down over her shoulders, and she had only used mascara, a light touch of eye liner, and lip gloss. She made no effort to hide her freckles. Simple, and complemented by a modest white dress with a high collar, and a hem below her knees. At first glance, she appeared to be the model of demure innocence.
"Welcome back, Eugenie. I didn't know if you would return-"
Eugenie cut him off. "Father Alphonse, I feel terrible for the other night, and so confused. I mean, the people at my Daddy's church wouldn't understand, but you were so patient, and I wasn't, I didn't, I shouldn't have..."
Father Al placed his hand on her shoulder. "My child, you were true to your nature, and sought only comfort in a world that expects-"
A tear went down Eugenie's cheek. "Father, I want to atone for my sins, my disrespectful behavior. I want to do penance for what I did, so I can shake these dark feelings."
"What penance do you feel is appropriate, little one?"
With a sniffle, she said "I'm not- I don't- I want to give myself over to- I don't know, I want to make up for what I did!"
"Atonement is a deep matter, my dear. What would lead you from darkness and fill you with light?"
"I want you to... I want you to fill me with the Spirit of the Divine."
"Could you be clearer?"
"The way I took your- When I went down- I want your, uh, the Spirit of the Divine in me. I want to lie down and feel you, uh, release the blessings, your blessings, into my, uh, womb."
"My dear, this is not necessary for-"
"Please, Father! Accept my penance!"
"If it will bring light to the dark places of your soul, I will do as you ask. Let us prepare, my child."