“And then my wife and I,” says Duc, “we are facing?”
“Facing each other,” says Francisco in his best missionary voice. “As are your privacies.”
“This is how Jesus wants me to have my wife?” Duc is dubious.
“This is the righteous way, as endorsed by the Holy Church.”
“Yes! This is how Jesus wants it!” Francisco’s learning to hate Indonesia.
Duc thinks maybe they have different Jesuses; his wouldn’t care about this stuff. To him, Jesus is four feet tall and hairy, wild-bearded, laughing with a joy so fierce and wild it startles the birds to flight.