sigh. “Fine,” I say. “You win. Though in all fairness, I should point out that ingratitude is also a sin.” “Nobody’s perfect.” He grins. “I’ll pray for you if you like.” “Thanks,” I say, “but I have an idea I’m a bit above your prayer grade. No offense.” “None taken. And it’s the thought that counts.” “No,” I tell him. “It isn’t.”
