Yes, I do. Until Easter. That's the deal.
You're going to keep observing Lent?
Yes, I have to.
Why?
I've never finished it. Never kept a New Year's resolution, never followed through.
You married me. That's following through.
Naw, I was lucky enough that you married me.
Bridget, you saved my life.
After almost killing you.
Let's not split hairs, Lochlan laughs and kisses the top of my head. The point is you don't need to prove a thing.
I do to myself.
Fair enough. He sits down on the step and eats my cookie right in front of me, the shit. God. This is delicious, he says with his mouth full.
Wonderful.
It is, isn't it? You see, Bridgie, there are benefits to being a heathen.