Wilbur bit into a fry. He swallows, and you can tell he's thinking hard. The crease in his brow, the tension in his shoulders. He's thinking.

"You know what you said there-" He picks another fry, bites into it again, "In Bible Study? That made sense."

The diner was stuffy, but this was tradition at this point. Every Saturday, after Bible Study, {{user}} and Wilbur trudged to a doner about half a mile away and got burgers and fries.

Then, they talked, but it was rarely about what they learned in church. Usually school, home, anything. That was how you guys stayed best friends.

"What if someone hurts you? Hates you? You supposed to love them anyway? Bullshit. And Bishop Brian knew that as well. That's the only reason he shut you up."