“What?” Patrick asked, sensing my concern.
“I, uh, don’t have condoms in my locker. I wasn’t expecting this tonight. Or any other night. I don’t think I want to leave the UPC code from a box of those in Carrie’s locker.”
“Ah. Well, would you believe I have several boxes in my satchel?”
I smiled. “I’ll believe it. I’ll probably also ask you why.”
“Well, on Saturday, I usually drop off a hefty supply at the health center in Litchfield County. A lot of teenagers go in there, teenagers, who, despite their bravado about s*x and life in general, are sometimes too shy to buy condoms.”
“You’re a good man.”
“You think sixty are enough?” Patrick opened his satchel to show me half a dozen boxes with ten in each.
“Depends how good you are.”
He was good. More importantly, he was careful and ten
