“Oh.” She stole a glance at him. “I guess I got the Catholic on me.” Once again, tense silence, the only noise in the room the song of the humming light bulbs. “So why’s he call it The Broken Seal?” asked Sol. “Is that, like, a Bible thing, too?” “Huh?” Where the hell did that come from? “I don’t know; he’s got the Catholic on him, too. Why don’t you ask him?” “Because he won’t return my phone calls!” His tone was bordering on playful. Cora didn’t know what to make of it. “You clearly know more about this than I do.” “No, I don’t. I got the Jewish on me.”
