Polly leaned forward in her seat and looked straight into Herodotus’s face. “I mean, think of it. You might be a proud parent who doesn’t mind tying your four-year-old kid’s shoes for him. But when that kid turns forty and still demands you tie his shoelaces, it gets tiresome. You sorta wish he’d learn to do things for himself and leave you alone.”
“I remember an old bumper sticker: ‘God isn’t dead, he just doesn’t want to get involved.’”
“Yup, that’s me. I don’t do miracles, prayers, forbiddings, or sneezes either.”
“Huh?”
“When someone sneezes, other people automatically say, ‘God bless you.’ I see no reason to particularly favor someone merely for succumbing to a nasal reflex. People are always expecting miracles from me. Make your own miracles. It’s hard work, but they’re far more
