“Did you know that my sister’s face used to be shaped like a heart?” I asked Valerie. She didn’t. “Is mine a heart?” “No. You’re an oval.” Valerie looked disappointed, the way I had been when you announced that God had made me an oval. “Why can’t I be a heart?” “Because God didn’t make you that way, I guess.” “But that’s stupid. Why wouldn’t God just make everybody a heart?”
