“Do you like college football, Michael?” Roger asked.
“Sure, why not?” That's a summons, not a request, and besides, I'm no asset in the kitchen. Giving Sheridan one last gentle squeeze, he started to leave the room.
“Oh, Michael,” Ellen called.
He turned.
“We'll all be going to Mass in the morning. Will you be interested in joining us?”
He grinned. “Yes, I would love to.”
“Have you been to Mass before?” Ellen asked. “I'd be happy to guide you through the service if it seems unfamiliar.”
Michael opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, Sheridan jumped in. “Mom, Michael is Catholic. He goes to Mass at home all the time because he wants to. He brings me. Don't worry. He'll know what to do.”
Ellen's face brightened considerably. “Really?” At his nod, she beamed and added
