A superbly poetic and bright satire of the hypocrisies of the Catholic Church.
Tancredo, a tender hunchback, observes and participates within the rites on the Catholic church the place he lives less than the care of dad Almida. additionally in place of dwelling are the sexton Celeste Machado, his goddaughter Sabina Cruz, and 3 widows identified jointly because the Lilias, who do the cooking and cleansing and supply charity foodstuff for the neighborhood terrible and needy. One Thursday, Father Almida and the sexton needs to rush off to fulfill the parish’s critical benefactor, Don Justiniano. it is going to be the 1st time in 40 years Father Almida has now not stated mass. ultimately they discover a substitute: Father Matamoros, a drunkard with a stunning voice whose sung mass is spellbinding to all. The Lilias arrange a luxurious meal for Father Matamoros, who persuades them to drink with him. Over the process the lengthy evening the ladies and Tancredo lose their inhibitions and confess their sins and tales to this unusual priest, and within the strategy re- veal lives crippled by way of hypocrisy.
Liqueur. Very sweet.” To the amazement of Sabina, who had simply come again in, he drank the remainder of the bottle — 25 in step with cent facts, based on Almida’s prudent phrases — from one of many lately used espresso cups: his roguish eyes, deep and black, lit up for a second. “It’s solid opposed to the cold,” he acknowledged, rubbing his rainy fingers jointly. Of indefinable age, Father Matamoros — Reverend Father San José Matamoros del Palacio — used to be certainly an extraordinary chook within the parish church, grey and featherless, come.
have been previous girls, small ladies, and operating round each day is tiring; and along with, that they had to keep up the Father’s particular nutrition, the sacristan’s, their very own, additionally the cats’, and all whilst, each day: both they truly have been previous or from one minute to the subsequent lifestyles had turn into tedious for them. That evening Tancredo had paid no awareness to their proceedings, he’d slightly heard them; he’d been astonished to work out them seated at the 3 little chairs round his mattress, the 3 of them.
Confessional, of sinners heard in confession; yet after all God and the lifeless listen us, see us, they're hearing us.” “I don’t care if the lifeless are listening,” Tancredo shrugged, his head spinning, “or God.” “God doesn’t care approximately that either,” Matamoros responded. He appeared to Tancredo to be drowsing off; his eyes have been closed; he used to be nodding. Then Tancredo observed him shudder and take a moved quickly drink. He used to be reborn. “What is there to fear?” the priest requested. “There’s no sin in wishing to die in.
We already made a commence, you observed for your self. You’d higher pass, Tancredito, and entertain him. seek advice from him approximately you and Sabina, for instance. Why no longer? His recommendation could be illuminating. the 2 of you can’t pass on as you're, don’t you notice? this type of days the area will come to an finish, and what's going to we've suffered for?” That they need to name on him to bare his dating with Sabina felt like a probability. Tancredo didn't know the way to answer. these girls knew every thing, even from prior to he.
announcing he may possibly listen us at any moment.” “Of direction he couldn’t.” Sabina’s expression became scornful; her palms crumpled and tousled the stack of paper. Her fury used to be boundless, yet so was once her worry. She went on having a look alternately at Tancredo and on the door. “That’s why I placed the bed at the floor,” she acknowledged. “So we won’t make noise. It’s the mattress that’s noisy, yet we don’t use the mattress. simply the bed. We don’t fear, my God. We by no means worry.” She stopped, worried through her personal phrases.