Twenty-One
I TOLD GLADYS I WAS done hiding things from Helen about her, unless she told me in confession. Which, considering she’d never come to me for the sacrament, meant that anything she told me would be reported to Helen.
I also told her Helen wouldn’t be mad about Nate spending the night at her apartment on the couch with her bedroom door locked.
Why did I say that?
“I’m going to shoot that boy, Tom!” Helen declares as we speed out of Myerton heading to the Hoot-n-Holler.
“Oh, Helen, you are not.”
“No? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”
“Because Gladys likes Nate and it would break her heart if you shot him,” I say firmly.
She glares at me, then sighs. “I was afraid of that. And you really believe nothing happened, other than them making out?”
“I really believe that,”
