“Why didn’t you say ‘amen’ to pastor’s last prayer?” He asked his sister as they came out of church.
“You didnt either!” She scoffed, “Why should I?”
He did not answer and both fell into a thoughtful silence. How could he confess that he didn’t wish to become ten times the hero of the bottle their father was. How could she desire to be ten times the notorious concubine she knew their mother to be?