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have natural enemies to control their numbers, there’d be a trillion billion mice eating up all the food in the world, with nothing left for cats
or
us.”
    “If God didn’t want mice to overrun the world, why didn’t He just make them so they have single babies at a time?”
    Adults always lost the Why Game, because eventually the train of questions led to a dead-end track with no answer.
    Heather said, “You got me there, kiddo.”
    “I think it’s mean to make mice have a lot of babies and then make cats to kill them.”
    “You’ll have to discuss that with God, I’m afraid.”
    “You mean when I go to bed tonight and say my prayers?”
    “Best time,” she said, freshening the coffee in her mug with the supply in the thermos.
    Toby said, “I always ask Him questions, then I always fall asleep before He answers me. Why does He let me fall asleep before I can get the answer?”
    “That’s the way God works. He only talks to you in your sleep. If you listen, then you wake up with the answer.”
    She was proud of that one. She seemed to be holding her own.
    Frowning, Toby said, “But usually I still don’t know the answer when I wake up. Why don’t I know it if He told me?”
    Heather took a few sips of coffee to gain time. Then she said, “Well, see, God doesn’t want to just
give
you all the answers. The reason we’re here on this world is to find the answers ourselves, to learn and gain understanding by our own efforts.”
    Good. Very good. She felt modestly exhilarated, as if she’d held on longer than she’d any right to expect in a tennis match with a world-class player.
    Toby said, “Mice aren’t the only things get chased and killed. For every animal, there’s another animal wants to tear it to pieces.” He glanced at the TV. “See, there, like dogs want to murder cats.”
    The cat that had been chasing the mouse was now, in turn, being pursued by a fierce-looking bulldog in a spiked collar.
    Looking at his mother again, Toby said, “Why does every animal have another animal that wants to kill it? Would cats overrun the world without their natural enemies?”
    The Why Game train had come to another dead end in the track. Oh, yes, she could have discussed the concept of original sin, told him how the world had been a serene realm of peace and plenty until Eve and Adam had fallen from grace and let death into the world. But all of that seemed to be heavy stuff for an eight-year-old. Besides, she wasn’t sure she believed any of it, though it was the explanation for evil, violence, and death with which she herself had grown up.
    Fortunately, Toby spared her from the admission that she had no answer. “If I was God, I woulda made just one mom and dad and kid of each kind of thing. You know? Like one mother golden retriever and one father golden retriever and one puppy.”
    He had long wanted a golden retriever, but they’d been delaying because their five-room house seemed too small for such a large dog.
    “Nothing would ever die or grow old,” Toby said, continuing to describe the world he would have made, “so the puppy would always be a puppy, and there could never be more of any one thing to overrun the world, and then nothing would have to kill anything else.”
    That, of course, was the paradise that supposedly once had been.
    “I wouldn’t make
any
bees or spiders or cockroaches or snakes,” he said, wrinkling his face in disgust. “That
never
made any sense. God musta been in a really weird mood that day.”
    Heather laughed. She loved this kid to pieces.
    “Well, He musta been,” Toby insisted, turning his attention to the television again.
    He looked so like Jack. He had Jack’s beautiful gray-blue eyes and open guileless face. Jack’s nose. But he had her blond hair, and he was slightly small for his age, so it was possible he had inherited more of his body type from her than from his father. Jack was tall and solidly built; Heather was five four, slender. Toby was