The Trinity Game

scrambled around the room, collecting scattered articles of clothing and putting them on. “I gotta run.” She paused at his side, leaned in for a quick kiss. “Don’t take it the wrong way, that was wonderful, really. I’m late for work.”
    Daniel stood and got into his pants. “So, just to be clear: while we’re starting anew and taking it slow and going on dates and then more dates if we like the first dates,” he gestured at the bed, “we still get to do that again, right?”
    Julia looked up from fastening her bra. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
    They grinned at each other for a second. “Good,” he said. He put on his shirt.
    “But maybe next time we’ll try some place that doesn’t smell like liniment and sweat socks,” she said.
    She finished dressing, and he walked her out through the gym and down to the front door.
    “See you later,” she said.
    “I’m counting on it.” A quick kiss, and he unlocked the door, and she stepped out into the bright sunlight.
    He watched her walk away until she turned the corner.
    A tall blond priest walked by him and into the gym, saying, “Hello, Daniel,” as he passed.
    Oh shit. Conrad…
    Daniel ran in after him.

C onrad wrinkled his nose and made a face. “My God, Daniel. You still reek of the woman.”
    “What are you doing here?”
    “You’re a priest,” said Conrad.
    “Not anymore. Didn’t Nick tell you?”
    “There’s a protocol to be followed. You can’t just walk away from it.”
    “Yeah, well, I did.” Daniel crossed the gym to the fridge, opened an energy drink. “You guys go on and hold a trial in absentia, find me guilty, declare me the spawn of Satan, do whatever you’re gonna do. I’m out, and I’m not coming back.”
    “And what? You’re going to live happily ever after with Jezebel?”
    “Fuck you, Conrad.”
    Conrad Winter let out a melodramatic sigh. “Father Nick is sick over this, you know. I tell you, the old man is heartbroken.”
    “Tell him I’m sorry,” said Daniel. He meant it.
    “He actually got Cardinal Allodi to sign on to a full pardon for you, if you come back in contrition.”
    “Tell him thanks but no thanks.” Daniel sipped his energy drink. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you out.”
    Conrad nodded, like he’d expected the rejection and couldn’t be bothered to argue the point. Daniel walked him back throughthe gym. Along the way, Conrad said, “You don’t want to be a priest anymore, you want to break your vows, that’s between you and God. And I understand Trinity’s your uncle, but for the sake of everything holy, pause to think about what you’re doing by helping him. Think about the consequences. He could be the
Antichrist
for all you know.”
    “Spare me.” Daniel walked him down the stairs to the door.
    “If you let him make the speech today,” said Conrad, “you will only buy yourself a world of heartache. Fair warning, Daniel.”
    “Fine,” Daniel unlocked the door, “fair warning.” He gestured to the street. “Have a nice life.”

    Walking back to his car, Conrad dialed the number he’d just recently added to his cell phone and waited for his lost sheep to answer.
    They’d been working on the young man for three days straight. Three days straight, in a windowless room with bright lights shining around the clock; sleep limited to one hour in every twenty-four; sustenance limited to high-fat, high-carb, low-nutrition, low-fiber fast food garbage and high-sugar sodas, wreaking havoc with the body’s insulin levels; choral music playing the entire time, without interruption; a crucifix on every wall, and a near-constant stream of religious talk from a priest in a clerical collar.
    It was a remarkably simple thing to push an already lost sheep deeper into the dark woods and over the edge of insanity. It just took the will to do it.
    The young man answered the phone, finally.
    “It’s Father Carmine calling,” said Conrad. “Yes, the Lord’s shepherd, that’s right. Do you remember what we discussed last night?”
    He unlocked the car and got in.
    “It has now become necessary, my son. The Lord needs your help.”
    He closed the door, stuck the key in the ignition.
    “You know, in a way I envy you. You’re a very privileged young man, very special. Of all His children, the Lord has chosen you. Everyone needs God, but it is the rare soul who is needed
by
Him.”
    He started the ignition.
    “That’s right, this afternoon. You remember where? Apartment 301,