THE BUILDINGS ARE SO BIG HERE, THEY MUSCLE THE sidewalks for room. In the bustle, the only clear path to the bus stop is past a family of evangelists. I’m careful to keep Starr from noticing their Turn or Burn signs. Knowing Starr, she’ll want to ask what they’re doing. With her drag queen makeup she’s already looking conspicuous. I catch Darren hanging back, fixated on the crude warning signs and b****y lettering on the crosses. He picks up a brochure from the youngest kid’s hand. They’re preaching about having time for email but no time for God and I just wish they could keep it inside, within the walls of their church. Starr heard a real fire-and-brimstone lecture when she was a kid and had nightmares for a long time. When she was eight, we tried Sunday school as a way for her to make f
