"Alright, but have you taken it up to God in prayers?" he asked with a faked seriousness.
The smile returned, and she wondered how he does it, making her laugh often, even in her current predicament.
"You are not seriously asking me whether I prayed about it?" she asked with her head slightly bent to one side and eyebrows raised.
"That's what most people do."
"Most people? You are not one of them?"
"No," he shook his head; "I don't believe praying to a big guy upstairs will make my problems magically go away."
Judith nodded at his response with a lingering smile on one side of her lips.
Religion was the one subject Judith and Tony could never agree on.
Tony believed with quiet conviction. His faith was woven into his everyday life. He prayed before meals, whispered a short prayer before going to bed, and thanked God for both his victories and his disappointments. To him, faith wasn't merely a religious obligation—it was a relationship that gave meaning to everything he did.
