“He didn’t exactly look kind, but he looked less detached. “He was your enemy, and now he is dead,” he said. “This is cause for rejoicing.” “Not exactly,” I said. I didn’t know how to explain. “You’re a Christian,” he said, as if he’d discovered I was a hermaphrodite or a fruitarian. “I’m a real bad one,” I said hurriedly. His lips compressed, and I could see he was trying hard not to laugh.”
