Any Believer who met you would attest to your godliness. So why did you never become one?” It feels to me like the answer’s obvious, but my mother stares at me with genuine curiosity. “Because I didn’t believe, Mom,” I explain. She waves her hand dismissively. “But that’s just a part of it, Viv. That’s just a story you can take or leave. For me it was about feeling like a part of a community. It was about trying to be good.”
