“Why won’t the saints look at us?”

“Even saints need a break sometimes, Honey.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah. Try a long walk. They’re saints. They’ll be back.”

“I hope so. I’m not sure I would.”

“Me, neither. There’s always a first time, I suppose. Try not to think about that. That path through the woods to the lake is your best shot. Take your time.”