she’d have preferred they be brought up in the Baptist tradition that held her loyalty, but Bennett would have nothing to do with that.

“You’re the only good Baptist I’ve ever met, Gran.” She’d always said, partly to tease her, but mostly because it was the truth. “That’s sad.” Gran would say back, because it was and because she’d always believed Bennett no matter what.

But mostly, she was happy that the boys were at least going to hear the story of Jesus from someone who thought it was important, and if they had to also hear about Buddha and the earth goddess and Allah and Yahweh and the idea that there just might not be any God at all, she felt she could trust them to make their own decisions.

And that was what Bennett had always l...

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