Early in my first marriage, my oldest brother (J.F.) confessed to me that he had been having an affair with one of his students behind Evelyn's back, while he was a professor at NMSU. Our mother also knew of it. Instead of reporting it to our priesthood leaders at the time, we all decided to bury it, and to never speak of it again. I have been carrying the guilt of that decision ever since. My dear mama took what guilt she may have had about it to her grave. I won't.