“I mean, so you would have lived alone all those years?”
“Yes, or until I found a Catholic man to marry. An honest, decent man. Who might have shown you what a good Catholic man looked like.”
It was a lot to digest. To be honest, the whole evening’s discussion left me with so much to think about, my head hurt. But my mom gave me ibuprofen and Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, and after a while I felt a lot better. I actually wound up spending the night with her, the two of us with our comforters watching old movies together.
Honestly, they were so schmaltzy that I broke down. So when my phone trilled, I took the call.
It was Nick.
I was so glad to hear his voice that I promised to go to the Latin Mass with him the next morning.
My mother says I have a lot to learn about being Catholic.
I’m thinking that both she and Nick can teach me.
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