“What’s the first thing Eve does? Eats that apple. Boom.” She snapped her fingers. “She ignored Adam’s request.” “It was God’s request.” I bounced her napping son against my chest, wondering if he could absorb any of this conversation in his sleep. “And the outcome was pretty horrible. All of mankind banished from Heaven.” “What are you? A pastor?” Dallas sipped her Frappuccino, drumming her almond nails over the Starbucks cup. “Girlie wanted a snack, and she practiced self-care.”
