'Ah. Jewish, I see. The chosen ones," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Then he made a tsk sound. "Chosen for what, I wonder. To suffer? To struggle? To be cursed with imperfections and poverty?" He shook his head. "Your god, is a cruel being. To make you suffer so much, while claiming that you're perfect. It's like a game he's playing. To see how much you can take before you snap." "It's a test," Abby said. "To prove if we are faithful." "Or faithful enough to deserve more pain." Again, she nodded. "You know it's true," D'Ah said. "Everything is a test. And if you fail a test, you are punished." Abby glanced at her father, but he was looking away, frowning. "You fail because you do things you know you shouldn't do, and God doesn't like that," Abby said. D'Ah smiled. "Oh, it's not that simple. I've seen people who never, ever do anything bad. And yet they fail the tests. And God can punish you for things you've never even heard of, or imagined. You've probably done something bad without knowing it. God watches us and knows everything