“That has something to do with it, but there was also the fact I believed I had done nothing to anger God. In fact, it was the so-called men of God who—” He gave a short, harsh laugh.
“Easy there, amigo.”
“You would think after all this time, I would know not to be disturbed by the memory…”
I could see just how much this still bothered him, and I decided to change the subject again. I touched his arm, surprised it didn’t bother me. “Are any of your nieces and nephews sabors?”
“Yes. In each generation there is at least one, although if it comes to pass that the number of sabors worldwide falls, there may be more.”
“Ah. Supply and demand.” I should have asked Adam all of this, but I hadn’t even thought of it. I went to my desk and scribbled it on a piece of paper. “What would cause the
