*That old nun friend from Alabama before we ate burgers and fries and she insisted on saying prayers beforehand* “I pray for your immortal soul, Sharon. I really do.”
*Me* “You vote republican all the time, right? Frankly, at this point, I should be praying for your immortal soul. At least I never got behind a war criminal responsible for the deaths of one million innocent Iraqi civilians.”
*Me* “Technically, you will have more to explain to Jesus than I ever will. I just screwed some dudes I shouldn’t have and read The Da Vinci Code.”
*Her* “That is an evil novel!”
The lunch was awkward, to see the least.