"That so?" she said challengingly. "And what's it bein' held by now, eh? The applemonster?" She tried to push her finger foreward, to see if she could get it to jab at his collarbone.

And then she snorted at him. "No, I never paid attention in Sunday school. Didn't you ever pay attention to me not payin' attention? I'd make paper airplanes and throw 'em at Wensley." She paused and thought about it a little harder. "Except I liked the story about the slaves leavin' Egypt. And the one 'bout Judith cuttin' off that man's head."