Finally the moment came, and I entered the aisle with Hope behind me. I told her to hold out her hands, and to say "Amen" when the priest gave her the Host. We approached the communion rail and immediately to my left were two Asian men. When the priest approached them, I heard him ask "Are you Catholic?" The first man looked at him with surprise. "He pronounced it in German "Cat-o-lik?" No response. Finally a suspicious look came over the priests face and he made the "no-no" sign with his index finger and walked away. As he came over to me, I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead... I knew he knew... He knew I knew he knew... He looked at me with a firm eye. I looked at him with guilt. A single split second before I blurted out "I haven't been to confession since the early nineties, and she's a protestant!" he put the wafer in my hand. I made the sign of the cross and went back to the pew to pray and hyperventilate.