He kept trying to convince her to come with him where they could save her. Because she had never before encountered such zeal woven tightly with strands of earnestness, she thought he was kidding around.
“I don’t want to be saved,” she quipped, head down, searching in her purse for a fresh stick of gum.” Besides,” she added, “how do you know I’m not?”
She glanced up at him only to find him staring at her as if a bolt of lightning were to strike them both any second now.
“You never asked. I mean, about whether or not I’ve already been saved.”
He stammered to life. “Well, I thought it was obvious since you don’t go to church.”
Message – Fragment #74