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arbitrarythat if God exists he does not hear our prayersthat cause and effect are
inescapable and brutalbut meaningless. And after that? I don’t know. But right now Clare sits
on the threshold of adolescence with her faith in one hand and her growing skepticism in the
otherand all she can do is try to juggle themor squeeze them together until they fuse. She
shakes her head. “I don’t know. I want God. Is that okay?”
I feel like an asshole. “Of course it’s okay. That’s what you believe.”
“But I don’t want to just believe itI want it to be true.”
I run my thumbs across Clare’s archesand she closes her eyes. “You and St. Thomas Aquinas
both” I say.
“I’ve heard of him” Clare saysas though she’s speaking of a long-lost favorite uncleor
the host of a TV show she used to watch when she was little.
“He wanted order and reasonand Godtoo. He lived in the thirteenth century and taught at the
University of Paris. Aquinas believed in both Aristotle and angels.”
“I love angels” says Clare. “They’re so beautiful. I wish I could have wings and fly around
and sit on clouds.”
“Ein jeder Engel ist schrecklich.‘”
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o her lips.
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