Nothing rued

“My life is full of guilt!” she confided, “I think it must have been the convent school I went to...”

“But you’re not Catholic, are you?” I queried.

“Well no, but I guess I absorbed it, the guilt I mean.”

“But you can’t have that much to be guilty about, surely?”

“Oh yes I can!” she replied mysteriously.

“Well you don’t seem a bad person to me. You’re very generous...”

“When I want to be!” was the reply.

“But that’s a terrible way to live your life!” I said. “A life of guilt and regret.”

“Who said anything about regret?”