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just some magic-wielder! His miracles were a whole other thing. I'm saying that we've seen— hell, we've done — things that most people would think were miracles. We know miracles are real. We know water into wine can totally be done, so why is it a stretch for you to believe that Jesus did all the things he did? Why don't you think there's a God?"
     
     
Tom opened his mouth, closed it again. She had a point. A really good point. His dad was an atheist, and his sister. As far as he knew, his mum was too. Though seeing as how she was insane, her opinions on the subject might've shifted. He couldn't imagine his dad marrying someone who wasn't an atheist. Da was as likely to marry someone who voted for the Libs.
     
     
The idea of there being a God had always seemed lame to Tom— fairytales. Why did people need some supernatural bloke in the sky to believe in? Wasn't the world cool and complicated and amazing on its own? It had never occurred to him that there might really be a God, yet he had accepted magic immediately.
     
     
Well, of course he had— it was there— in his bones. He had evidence— bloody hell, he was evidence. What was the evidence for God? Why did magic existing mean that God did? He tried to think about it the way Jay-Tee did. All right, then: who'd made the magic in the first place? But wasn't that the same question as who made life? Couldn't magic have evolved in the same way as life? Little by little, over millions of years?
     
     
But Jesus being a magic-wielder, and Mohammed, and Buddha, maybe even L. Ron Hubbard— now that explained a lot .
     
     
Jay-Tee laughed. "You should see your face! You never thought of that before, did you?"
     
     
Tom shook his head slowly. The set of thoughts Jay-Tee had opened up were cascading through his mind. He felt dizzy.
     
     
Jay-Tee stroked his cheek just below his bandage. "It's not that bad, honest." Then she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Tom was sure she didn't mean anything by it. Her lips were only against his for a fraction of a second, but he could still feel them there. He'd caught a whiff of her breath. It smelled good. He blushed.
     
     
She stood up. "Really, Tom. You should find it comforting. There being a God? That's a good thing."
     
     
Tom nodded, but he wasn't thinking about God.
     
    5
Feeling That Way
Jay-Tee wasn't thinking about God either. She was wondering why she hadn't kissed Tom properly.
     
     
She'd given up magic, which meant that she couldn't run anymore— not the way she wanted to. Worse, it meant dancing was out of the question. She wasn't sure she could live without dancing. No more unraveling into the dance maelstrom, no more being consumed by the beat pulsing through her body, no more drawing energy from the crowd. Thinking about it made her want to cry. And she'd already done enough of that . What did Tom think of her now he'd seen her bawling like a baby?
     
     
Okay, so she wasn't going to be able to dance or run decently until Reason found the fix. At least there was one thing she could do just fine with or without magic: hooking up.
     
     
She liked Tom. He could be annoying— very annoying— but he'd grown on her, and even though he was pale and skinny, he was nice looking. She liked his gold eyebrows and his blue eyes. She even liked his freckles. They were almost as gold as his eyebrows. He smelled good. He had a gorgeous smile. His hands through her hair had made her shiver. Plus, well, it wasn't like there was anyone else. Tom was a good person, and not in a gooey way. He'd saved her life!
     
     
Jay-Tee trusted him.
     
     
Tom stood up and looked at her oddly. She bet he was still freaked by God existing. His face had looked like something else, which was another reason she'd kissed him. He looked so cute when he was confused, his eyebrows pulled together, his forehead scrunched up, and his nose kind of wrinkled. She contemplated kissing him again, but with more oomph.
     
     
It'd've been