chapter twenty-one
TREY
I drive away from Charlie. Everything in me cries out to turn around, tell her that I was suffering from temporary insanity and beg her to come back to me.
I don’t know what came over me. Charlie was talking about her mother and being at peace because she knew where her mother was going and I realized that I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand her faith.
Still don’t.
I don’t understand my parent’s obsession with skipping down every spiritual path that exists.
I can’t understand why good people get sick and suffer while evil people flourish.
I can’t wrap my mind around the theory of a Creator because if He exists, He’s allowing his created to crap all over the earth.
The needle in the speedometer inches over sixty miles per hour, but I don’t feel a thing.
