Chapter 23

Matthew shrugged. “Nothing much, why?”

“Well, for starters, you haven’t asked to borrow the car for a while.” Carl stood up. “You’ve been using it almost every night for a couple of weeks.”

Matthew looked down and moved some woodchips around with his toe.

“Trouble with the new boyfriend?” Carl asked.

Matthew’s head snapped up, and he said in a more defensive tone than he intended, “He wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“Well, whatever he was then?”

“He was just a friend.”

Matthew felt a wave of sadness pass through him as he uttered those words.

“And nothing’s wrong,” he lied.

Carl gave Matthew a don’t give me thatlook.

Matthew felt put on the spot. Carl was a friend, a good friend, but Matthew didn’t want to talk to him or anyone about Howie. The less said the better. The less Howie was thought of, the sooner Matthew could move on, put this experiment behind him, and concentrate on the goal of becoming a priest.