"What were you trying to accomplish, Maeša?"
"What to accomplish? I came here because you asked me so, don't tell me you've forgotten that, haven't you?"
"Yes, I did ask you to come… come to meet me inside the confessional chamber and not to come to the prayer hall showing your damn self before her. Ain't you been listening?"
It was now here, inside the confessional chamber: a wooden structure that made up for this small room whose ceiling was quite low, whose wall was entirely built around the gray and seemingly aged sandstone surrounding this wooden structure with a center compartment that separated two smaller rooms inside… and both were entered through a curtain – a bright carmine colored curtain. And through a latticed opening, the penitent was to speak through from one of the two smaller rooms with her quite an eccentrically-sounding tone that of a child; a little girl in her green hoodie with little pair of stood-out horns protruding from both sides…
