Fifteen
STEVE AND I MANAGE to wrestle the trunk down the staircase and out to the trunk of my car. After thanking him, Steve says, “Listen, I’m more than happy to help anytime I can, Father. But I don’t want you to worry about me and Bridget. We’re just friends.”
“I hope you understand, Steve,” I say, “that I never thought you’d do something deliberately. You’re a good man, and I know you’d never hurt her like that. I just wanted to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, you know?”
Steve laughs. “I know. And I tell you what—if she ever throws herself at me, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Well,” I say, “I doubt that will happen. But thanks.”
He drives off, and I head back to the Rectory for a much-needed shower and change of clothes. I need to take the trunk to the station so Helen can see
