Gregson grabbed his rotary phone.
“Greg—your father and I miss you. Are you working on a case?”
“I’m thinking about women…”
“Oh—you know what I think about that.”
“It’s not good for a man to be alone.”
“It’s Utopia! But you’re right—there is something missing. Maybe if I had a long-term girlfriend and we lived in separate houses?”
“That wouldn’t work—we’re Catholic. When was the last time you went to confession?
“Sixth grade. When the Priest told me I couldn’t think about women, I had to choose.”
“Give me chastity, but not yet—St. Augustine said that.”
“He didn’t escape the fires of hell. Just find a nice Catholic girl.”
” Women give men rules—and then men become safe in society. I want to be dangerous! I want to find a dangerous woman! Maybe, I’ll try the non-denominational church?”
“Don’t you dare—a rockstar pastor speaks from a podium. We don’t believe in that.”
Well—maybe I’ll find a groupie.”
“Seek God, Greg—I need to go—you’re stressing me out!”
“I love you mom.”