They sat around the table. Bowls of borscht, a half-eaten pan of kugel, plates with the remains of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, a bit of carrot cake… The bounty of a good meal had erased much of the initial confusion and left Valerie’s stomach aching in a good way.
“But, why?” Peter protested. “Why did you leave Heaven?”
“Oh, Peter,” Uncle Joshua patted his arm in a friendly way.
Valerie still couldn’t bring herself to think of Uncle Joshua as God and Aunt Anne as Hera. Just as she found it far easier to think of Michelle as Michelle rather than the Devil Incarnate.
“I always thought I knew what was good. What was right.” Uncle Joshua spooned up a bit more kugel. “Then I saw two thousand years of repression of women get launched by a group of self-important cardinals at Nicaea bac
