B was verbally retaliating against J, who had just whacked him for no apparent reason. "Is that what the Gospel calls us to do?" I asked. "I haven't got to that part," he says. "You haven't got to the part about loving your neighbor?" "No, I haven't got to the part that explains how to love your neighbor."
J, out of nowhere: "This is how death looks." She gets on the floor and lies still, spread-eagle. End of discussion.
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