I DROVE BACK TO ANNA’S house. There was a bicycle laying in the driveway, so I had to park on the street. I was already in a foul mood, and having to park on the street didn’t make me feel better.
As I opened the door, I called out, “Anna, whose bicycle—”. Then stopped in the doorway.
Nate Rodriguez and Anna were sitting in the living room. They both stood up.
“Tom,” Anna said, “thank goodness you’re home. Nate—”
“Father Tom!” Nate said as he rushed towards me. He grabbed me by the shoulders. “I need your help! I need your help! I—I think I’m in a lot of trouble.”
