She had never had any religion to speak of though she had once felt the presence of God in the shadow of an idol's statue, a replica of one, anyway, a copy in a copy of a temple, but she still felt the power of people's attention (or had just finished reading American Gods and had an active imagination) (the irony of the blasphemous nature of her religious experience was not lost on her) once she had been pulled back from walking into traffic and that had almost been enough to convince her that God was real and twice, guilt and peer-pressure had convinced her to accept Jesus into her heart, to be "born again" as it were, but the re-births didn't take, and she stumbled into adulthood more chagrined that she couldn't make herself believe in King Arthur and his Knights than in Jesus and his Apostles She knew it the moment it happened She imagined that she could feel the seed take root She knew it, like she knew the su...