"I stopped," she said quietly, still looking at the picture instead of him. "I used to, I used to go to church and everything, but, I mean, there's no way that God could be as good as people believe he is. Like. there's these people, right? And they say the bad stuff is God testing you, it's some crap about you never getting more than you can handle and it's shit. All of it." She drains her glass with a wince, and nods like That's done, and she shifts away from his hand only after his thumb moves, not before- not because she doesn't like him touching her, but because it tickles.

"I don't think my mom knows. That I think it's a bunch of crap, or anything, which is weird. Because she's the sheriff, right? So she's seen it all, and like, people - what horrible people do, and, you know-" She looks at him, and she just says it like it's an undisputable fact. "I have had a lot of shit happen to me in the last year. Like, way more than a normal person." She nods, and then huffs out a breath, like she's gotten something off her chest, and she nods at the gin.... thing. "Pass it. And tell me something else."