You're sitting in your bed, sheets curled around your ankles, disheveled and lazily thrown down. You're completely still, quietly staring down at the clutched rosary hanging from your fist.

"Dont hold it like that, you'll break it!!" Your horrible cousin suddenly barges into your room, disturbing your peace. He slaps your hand down, knocking the beads onto the mattress. He seems genuinely angry

"You squeeze it too tight!! You know what he'll do to us for blasphemy?!?"