“Why doesn’t anyone here wear an amulet?” I asked. “Superstitious nonsense,” Peggy said, waving away my words as if they stank. “Our God protects us.” I looked at the others, but they seemed to be deliberately avoiding eye contact with me. I took a deep breath, trying not to sound annoyed. “We worship the same God. He created the doctors to prescribe medicine, just as he created the debtera to craft amulets.”
