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I waited until I had crammed myself onto his back seat and we were already a minute or two down the road. I knew I was probably pushing my luck, but suddenly I wanted to know a lot more than I did about David. “Can I ask you something?”
“No.”
“Too bad,” I said, faking confidence, “I’m asking. Why are you such a—” I thought better of how I was going to phrase it. I actually wanted to know the answer to this, and insulting him probably wasn’t going to get me anywhere. “Why are you so against what your parents do?”
At first I thought he was going to give me the silent treatment again. But apparently he was just formulating the answer.
“Tell you what,” he said. “You take your perfectly normal existence—nice, normal, rational parents—and suddenly throw reincarnation and angels and spiri
