Me: It’s Christmas Eve. We need to go to Midnight Mass.
Primo: You want to go at midnight? You hate staying up late.
Me: Let me see what’s here. Oh. No, the church near here only has an evening service. No Midnight Mass. They are not doing it right.
Primo: So are you going to skip it?
Me: No! I guess we can just go to the evening service. It’s at 6:00, so we have an hour.
Primo: I don’t think it’s a good idea if I go with you. Right now, I just need to keep my dad from blowing up at my mom. He doesn’t need any ammunition.
Me: Oh right. They’ve been drinking for an hour.
Primo: Yeah, and my dad is in a bad mood and he lashes out at my mom when he is in a bad mood. I don’t want to leave her alone with him and I sure don’t want to give him a trigger.
Me: Going to church with me would be a trigger?
Primo: You know what my dad thinks about people who believe in God. He thinks they are stupid and deluded.
Me: I haven’t heard him call anyone “stupid.”
Primo: He doesn’t use that word, but he manages to get his point across.
Me: He’s just so – tolerant.
Primo: I know. Would you mind going without me? It’s just not worth the risk.
Me: He won’t get mad that even I am going?
Primo: I think I can distract him. Just take the car – just sneak out and don’t say anything.