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be done about the stick up her butt.
    “You know my brother is one of ‘us people.’ And my father.
You know, the guy who took you into his home?”
    “You’re right. I shouldn’t have said anything.” This was
true, he had to admit. It was just difficult to check social impulses
after...well, after everything he’d seen. So little of this life seemed
important to Ryder. Not the documents humans lived with and for, not the rules
they fabricated. He expelled a long stream of air between his lips, letting the
sound flutter. (Another relaxation technique.) Still, Sister Christian held her
ground. She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows as if awaiting his
come-back. Ryder couldn’t help but notice how round her breasts looked, smashed
together like that. He looked away.
    “Chloe, look. I’m really tired. I think I should go to
sleep.”
    “Great. So long as you stop laughing like a hyena. Lots of
people live in this house, you know.”
    Boy, did he.
    There was no time to deliver this last lash to Sister
Christiansen, because she flounced off in the direction of the twins’ bedroom
just as words formed in his mouth. Ryder realized he had no idea where she’d
been hiding the past few hours. Some secret goblin cranny in the house, no
doubt.
    He tried to get back to the book, but Chloe’s speech
persisted. He snapped off the bedside lamp, and prepared himself for a long,
typical battle with the monsters. He breathed deep. He rolled to and fro,
trying to get comfortable.
    Then, just for shits and giggles, he pretended Chloe was
still in the doorway, watching over him like a schoolmarm. The thought was so
amusing that it managed to keep most of the demons at bay. Ryder fell asleep
with the book still on chest, which hadn’t happened for months.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    “I’m not saying it’s not against doctrine,” Gwen
Lilly murmured, in between sips of a strawberry milkshake. “But there’s a
distinctive grey area around the ass. Ask anyone.”
    “Really, Gwen? You want me to ask anyone ? Elder
Andrews? My Dad?”
    “You’re being literal again.”
    “I thought that was what we did for the most part,” Chloe
continued. This got her a laugh.
    Gwen and Chloe, best friends since as long as either could
remember, often went to one another for the more dubious kind of “spiritual
guidance.” Gwen was one of the more radical members of their sleepy community,
and a liberal interpreter of the sacred texts. Her father had famously left the
Church when she was young, and shortly afterwards announced himself homosexual.
As a result, Gwen had grown up the subject of plenty of torment: their peers
often referred to her father as a disgrace, especially after he’d gotten
married to his long-time partner, incurring “apostasy.” Though the church
elders also made no small show of their disapproval, Gwen had finally brought
herself around to speaking terms with her old man, who now lived in Olympia
with his sculptor husband, Alton. But Gwen’s mother, Sister Lilly, was not so
generous with her forgiveness.
    “You’re telling me that you’d let someone put it in your
butt?”
    “‘Put it in my butt?’ You realize you sound like your little
sisters.”
    “I’d never do that.”
    “Never say never, darling.”
    They were taking one of their Sunday strolls, in between
church and the large dinners their families tended to host in the evenings.
These brief meetings had originated sweetly enough, as excuses to get
milkshakes and gossip about their classmates—but over the years, Chloe had come
to cherish the time. There were days when Gwen felt like her sanest friend. She
never judged her, for one, no matter how much more experienced she always
seemed to be. And together, they felt free to bat around the questions they had
about their faith. The kinds of questions that no one else in the community
would ever have been able to hear.
    Gwen, largely because of her family back-story, wasn’t
permitted in the