“So who’s sending it now?” “Jesus,” she said. “Oh hush!” Sportcoat hissed. “You sound like Hettie. That cheese got to come from someplace!” Sister Paul shrugged. “Genesis twenty-seven twenty-eight says, ‘May God give you heaven’s dew and earth’s richness—an abundance of grain and new wine.’” “This is cheese.” “Son, a blessing favors them that needs it. Don’t matter how it comes. It just matters that it does.”
