“You could try joining,” David said.
“Nah, I’m what these people call ‘filthy and unjust’ because I don’t like being told how to think and feel,” I said. “Not to mention the whole communal living thing.”
“Right,” David said. “You can’t even share a room with your sister in Vegas.”
I nodded and smiled for Jen’s benefit to show that David was not exaggerating. “I’m no good at sharing, which means I’m going to burn in the Eternal Lake of Fire. At least, according to these guys I am. But then again, they also think Christianity is akin to atheism and that Jay-Z is in the same sinning category as Hitler. So, let’s just say I’m not too worried.”
I tore off a chunk of bread and used it to sop up some soup. “Don’t get me wrong, Jen, this is awesome. But next time I come up, maybe we can try the Sonic Drive-In down the street. I think I’d feel less judged at a place where all the servers are on roller skates.”