“That’s crap, Frank. Maybe they didn’t talk her into it, but they didn’t talk her out of it either. I’ve see it a couple of times, I hear about it all the time. Somebody goes to one of those faith healers and quits their medicine.”
“Okay, I see what you’re saying, but. . .”
“There are no buts, Frank. If you’re holding a gun to your head and I don’t do everything I can to stop you from killing yourself I’m wrong. Don’t you people have a name for it. Isn’t it a crime? Depraved. . “
“Depraved indifference. Yes, depraved indifference is a crime. But it’s hard to prove.”
What’s hard to prove? You’re taking some medicine, without it you die and I stand by and don’t force the medicine down your throat, you die. Far as I’m concerned, I killed you.”
“You’re serious.”
“Serious as I can be. Besides, those holy-rollers give mainline Christianity a bad rep. It’s time they paid the piper.”
Frank didn’t immediately say anything.
“You going to help me if I decide to look into it?”
“Sure. I think it would be fun, be like when we were kids and used to steal Lena’s cool aide.”
“Yea. That was fun. I had forgotten about it. You sure you want to help me?”
“Sure as I can be.”
“Okay, let me think it over.”
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