Murray held his daughter at arm's length. "Does God...er, visit you?”
"She doesn't even whisper to me. I listen, but she doesn't talk. It's not fair.”
God didn't talk. The best news he'd heard since Gabriel Frostig announced his embryo. "Look Julie, it's good she doesn't talk. God asks her children to do crazy things. It's good she doesn't whisper. Understand?”
"I guess.”
"Really?”
"Uh-huh. Where'd the crab go? Is he looking for his friends?”.