At length, Wink drained her wineglass. Smiling, she said, “Hey, Gus! I read in the St. Luke’s bulletin that you were going to be baptized.”
“Yup,” said Gus, his standard affirmative.
“By Sutherland?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“Well, you know,” Wink continued with a sly smile, “he always quizzes the confirmands ahead of time. Takes them into a Sunday-school room and asks them about the sacraments and how God structured things so we could be saved. You know your stuff?”
Gus was looking at her with alarm. “How’m I supposed to know how God structured things?” he cried, his eyes wide. “I don’t even know how the government structures things! This really sucks.”
“Aw, don’t worry, Gus,” Arch said authoritatively. “It’s not that bad. It’s sort of like Dungeons and Dragons. You have to learn how any p
