“Rachael, trust me,” he said, lifting a trembling, bony finger. “Religion is the biggest cruelty mankind has ever seen, and one day, just like I did, you are going to find out it isn’t true. Not a lick of it.”
I watched the skin of his cheeks sag as he spoke, causing his bones to stick out and his eyes to look bluer, more fragile, wondering again, how I got into this relationship with this ex-bank robber, this self proclaimed “bad Catholic,” this man who spent time in a federal prison.
“It’s all rules— all guilt,” he continued, his voice coming out in small, weak breaths. “ Jesus may have been a good man— but believe me young lady—“ he smacked his lips together. “There’s no way he was the Christ.”
He tugged at his collar, trying in vain to straighten it, looking more serious, more sad, than he had all morning.