“Wonderful,” I said, continuing to read my newspaper.
“I mean it,” she said. “I really found God.”
I looked up at her. “So where did you find Him or Her or It?”
“Everywhere,” she said, her arms outstretched. “God is everywhere.”
I glanced around the café, curious to see if God was lurking nearby.
“I’m happy for you,” I said.
“But why?” she asked. “You’re a nonbeliever.”
“Because you found what you were looking for.”
“You make God sound like a set of car keys.”
“More like the tv remote,” I said.