"Don't ask me to say you're going to hell," I don't even like thinking about that possibility. But Gina doesn't seem concerned at all. For anyone who might just be listening to the tones of our voices but not what we're saying, we could be discussing the weather. While I sound like Eeyore, she sounds like Tigger. Her comments bounce around my head and make me dizzy.
"We won't talk about it until you're stronger in your faith." she says this as if it's going to make me feel better.
In my fingers I'm turning the cross that hangs on a chain around my neck. I bought it the day I was saved -- I'd been looking for one for months and when I saw it at the shop, the only one there, I had to buy it. Gina had let me borrow a book back when we'd still been in school together and there was a woman with boobs large enough to rival my own that wore a golden cross. It never failed that the cross somehow got lost in the depths of her endowment. I'd discovered since having my own that it was hard to keep it from happening.
Now that Gina seems more intent on other things, it's obvious the conversation is over. I look down to study the detailing on the little charm in between my fingers. Honestly, I think the necklace I bought is more for a Catholic girl but I'm loathe to stop wearing it. Just different denominations, right? It still holds too much meaning for me to give away. I've worn it every day that I leave the house. Even though I don't understand everything, I'm proud of how far I've come.
Kevin would be happy. I smile a little. I can be with Kevin in heaven, now. I glance up at Gina, smiling to herself and humming a Tori Amos song, and my heart aches. I don't want to say or even think that she's going to hell, but if I say I'm a Christian then isn't that exactly what that means?
I'd rather spend eternity in hell for her to be in heaven if that's what it took, but I don't think God takes trades of that sort. Who knows -- I'm still learning. Perhaps he'd admire it or maybe he'd despise it. I can't help that I love her that much.














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