“I thought earlier that if Father scolds me over being your friend again, I’d have to argue, that if He punishes me, I’d have to resist. You don’t know this, but since your muteness, I’ve fought with Him; I’ve said I don’t understand how He can be furious with us, hurting you, when He knows everything, when He can see eternity, when He should have seen this when He made you, when He made me. And, suddenly, I’m questioning everything, asking myself if this is really paradise or if you are paradise.” Falter. “I— I don’t know what I’m saying.”
!!!
