I've often wondered what priests really thought about while in the confessional booth. It should be obvious that I was raised as a Catholic and I was often on the other side of the wall. However, I hated it and stopped going when I was about eleven - just old enough to have something real to confess. I would tell my parents that I was going there and then just take a walk for a while. That four-week interval was quite common, almost the standard. As Ellen says, either in this part or a later one, if one resolves never to sin again, then why go back so often? There will be sequels soon but I'm not making it into a serial.