House
67 Faith
“Does this house have windows?” she asks him, as they walk up some stairs into a more modern-type room.
“No.”
“What do you mean? How big is it?”
“I don’t know, ok,” he says, impatiently. “I’ve walked for days, never twice in the same rooms, so … I don’t know,” he says, genuinely.
“That’s impossible! Windowless houses don’t exist!”
He stops walking, and looks at her. “Do you believe in God?”
“Why?” she shrugs her shoulders.
“Do you have faith?”
“Yes,” she nods her head.
