Chapter 18

“Do you believe in God?”

Howie’s question jolted Matthew. “What?”

“I asked if you believed in God.” Howie repeated, sitting up and looking at Matthew.

“Why would you ask me that right now?” Matthew replied, trying to sound casual.

Howie lay back down and resumed his stroking of Matthew’s chest. “Because I wasn’t sure I did anymore—until right now.”

Matthew reached up and ran a hand over Howie’s head.

“You see,” Howie went on, “I was brought up in a very Catholic family. Madonna and Child of Prague niches in the corners of nearly every room, Sacred Heart of Jesus icons and crucifixes everywhere, Catholic school, communion every day, mass every Sunday and feast day without fail.