Please don't make me blaspheme... You wouldn't like me when I'm blasphemous.

And so it came to pass that I must needs speak to the Jehovah's Witnesses. Somehow I ended up at the door with Joe and them, and good ol' Pete asked me if I'd been reading my own Bible. I had to tell him that I didn't own one. They good-naturedly chided me for a while, and I good-naturedly indicated that I had no interest in their preachings. There must have been a lot of radio-wave interference in the air that day, because I was unable to make myself understood.

The next week, Kevin showed up with his wife, Sherrie. I regretted to inform them that Joe wasn't home. (On purpose? You be the judge.) Instead of leaving, they started to tell me about how similar my life was to Sherrie's. Apparently we were both Catholics who'd lost the faith! Or that's what Kevin thought. I listened to Sherrie's tale of woe. Then I told them that I never was a baptized Catholic, and that it wasn't Catholicism or religion that turned me off. It was the Bible itself.

Me, Kitty, Kevin, Sherrie

I think my resistance excited them, because they came back to see me soon after that.

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