“That’s a hard question to answer, Clarence. The best way will be for me to begin at the beginning.”
“Go ahead.”
“Well, when I was seven years old I made my first Holy Communion. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“I know what you people believe,” answered Clarence. “I’ve read a lot about it. But, say, do you really believe that Christ is present, and that what looks like bread is really His body?”
“Of course I do!” cried Dora resolutely.
“But why?”
“Because Our Lord told us so. That is faith, we believe on the word of God.”
“Well, go on, Miss Theology.”
“After making my first Communion, I started to go every day and I never missed once for over two years. We lived just a little outside of Dayton, Ohio, and I had to walk a mile to the church.”
“You did—and fasting?”