John nodded slowly. In the dark, as the footage flashed, she couldn't be sure, but it looked like tears had pooled on her lower eyelid, refusing to fall. “Mom and Dad watched those people mesmerized by the movie, just like I did,” he said, taking a slow breath. “I saw the most meaningful way of communicating with another human being that ever existed. They saw a way to sell Jesus like Tupperware. MaryAlice reached out and wrapped her fingers around his arm. “Do you still believe in Jesus after all this?” John nodded, smiling. “I still believe in movies too.” MaryAlice looked back at the screen. The angels had returned and gold winked around the edges of the frame. “You'll be fine,” she said, gripping his arm tighter. "You'll get a job." “I know, I'll get a job,” he said. “Do you know how to get in touch with that damned carpetbagger?” MaryAlice said, peeking at John out of the corner of her eye. He turned to her, mouth open; tears trembled on his eyelids, then ran down his face. “Why we're making Queen of the Moon.”THE