“I wonder why, sometimes,” Shane started but trailed off into thought. Will looked up at the crucifix adorning the wall over the alter.

“Wonder why you came here?” Will asked. She didn’t see but she knew Shane had just shaken her head in agreement. “Well, cowboy, a lot of people seek God in times of crisis,” she explained.

“It’s just, I’ve never been, really religious before. I mean I use to come here when I was younger, but I never made a habit of it,” Shane went on. She thought back on the last time she had come into a church. A young teenager, running away from everything, stumbling into a church in the middle of the night, and sitting in the back row much like she was now. Only she didn’t have Will holding her shaking hand then like she did now.

“You’re still having withdrawl? Should be over by now,” Will commented. Shane looked down at her hand. She didn’t feel like she was going to vomit or bounce off the raftors.

“I don’t think it’s withdrawl,” Shane responded. Will shook her head and draped an arm around Shane’s shoulders.

“It scares us sometimes, cowboy, to not know what we’re capable of. Not to know where we’d run to if we were in danger, what we would do if someone we cared about was in danger,” Will said feeling Shane’s shaking drifiting away.

“That’s what God is there for, right? Only we’re not allowed to talk to him,” Shane said. Shane took her hand out of Will’s and stood up walking toward the cathedral doors. Will caught her arm and pulled her around.

“Don’t blame God for man’s fallacies. He will always hear you even when those he has placed on this earth can not,” Will preached quietly. Shane rolled her eyes.

“You’re a preacher now, Will?” she said snidely. Will sighed.

“No, I just don’t like to underestimate things I don’t yet understand,” she answered.

“Don’t understand? Like how he could let things happen to people, like rape and murder. Or how he could let bad things and worse happen to kids, like being homeless and abused,” Shane argued frustated.

Will remained calm and led Shane out of the cathedral. “Who do you really have a beef with, cowboy, God or circumstance?” Shane ripped her arm out of Will’s grasp.