136 The Meadow particularly believe in any Catholic teachings now, but ever since she and Bridget had started dating, she’d been polite and enthusiastic to learn, probably because she knew how big of a deal it was to Bridget. “It’s like, the most famous religion in the world,” she had said one night after dinner, when they were hanging around Bridget’s TV and talking, “but I hardly know anything about what it’s actually like to like...go to church or something. Yo, you should take me some time!” So, there they were. She had taken Fran to a couple of different masses before (one in Ordinary Time and one during Advent. Fran had gone absolutely bonkers over the color switch of the priest’s sash from green to purple), but Fran was interested in going again. “It means a lot to you,” she’d said, “Plus, I think it’s interesting! So it works out.” Bridget supposes she shouldn’t be all that surprised that Fran would be interested in the mechanics of Catholicism, considering she was working to get a history degree with a specialization in Ancient Rome, but she still was sure Fran was a saint. She just couldn’t conceptualize being so genuinely interested and patient in something she otherwise didn’t have any ties to other than second-handedly so through her degree and girlfriend. Fran reads some passages of the Bible she had claimed and asked Bridget about them—if she had heard of them before (most likely yes) and what they were about—but then the mass itself begins. Bridget offers up her usual silent prayer along the lines of “I hope you don’t hate me, thank you for what you’ve done for me regardless, please continue to be there,” before tuning in to the priest. Fran sits ever dutifully beside her, listening to the priest and choir with apt attention, but she shifts just a bit closer as if somehow knowing the contents of the prayer Bridget had sent
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