’ I looked up at Judy and said, ‘Trust and honesty make up a marriage? I just gave you every chance to tell me and you still kept it from me. Who ...he hell have you been fucking that you were willing to sacrifice your marriage for and possibly give us STD’s?’ ‘Please, Jim, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. It will never happen again, I promise.’ ‘Who the fuck was it? It’s the last time I’m going to ask. I’ll go down to your office and ask every son of a bitch there if you don’t tell me.’ Judy was. Her heart started to beat faster because it was the good-looking young priest from the French speaking part of Canada that heard her confession weekly in the little chapel behind the convent reserved for things like penance and contrition. She knew him by his name of Father Andre and had several indecent thoughts about what he had hidden under his robes when she tried her best to sleep at night in her lonely little cell.She felt comfortable in confessing her wanton behavior all in the name of a. We had lunch with Sarah and Bobby, then back to our place for a few hours. Late afternoon was typical of any family spending time together. It felt so normal. I was more content than I can ever remember.But I had plans to make, and little conspiracies to form. I was able to pull Sarah aside to get her on board. Now I just needed to make the rest of the plans work out.Monday morning, I went into town to a jewelry shop owned by a friend from church. I selected what I needed and made sure sizing. ..all by yourselfWhy tell me why,the notes, just fly by?All the way – to the skywe’ll get high – while I lieOh, Why-yy-yy-yytell me why?”“Okay Richie boy – it’s your turn, open that brain up wide. ‘Why, tell me why, Why, tell me why’”...JOHNNY “Why tell me whythey want me?To sing ... and to danceand to laugh...Why tell me whyyou just know that I cry?I’ll deny – that I’m highto the stars in the skyOh, Why-yy-yy...tell me why?”“Attaboy, pretty good, now this time through, we swap verses, Johnny.