Book Six: Chapter 177

“Then why write him a letter?” Lily crossed her arms. “If he doesn’t exist, I mean.”

“Why do people pray to God when their kids are dying?” Reagan rolled her eyes. “Because they hope someone cares. Me, I’m not so sure the guy is real, and if he is, he doesn’t give a fuck. I certainly haven’t seen any real miracles around here. When a kid gets better, it’s always because of doctors and medicine. Yeah, people will call it a miracle, but it’s usually just a matter of statistics. But when that kid dies? It was apparently their time and we just aren’t smart enough to know God’s plan or some shit. What a fucking double standard.”

“Okay, I like this kid.” Lily wasn’t usually comfortable with talk about the G-man, but the kid was making some good points. “So you figured Santa was a better bet than sky daddy. Makes me wonder what you asked for.”

“It’s not important.” Reagan cleared her throat as if to change the subject, but Lily used her tail to snatch it out of her hands.