“Yes, my good Julia. Good night.”
“Good night, dear.” Julia switched off the light and retired to the door. Here, poised for flight, she turned and shot back at her charge a question that had been perplexing her:
“Are you a Protestant or a Catholic, Tammy?”
“Neither,” murmured Tamea.
“Glory be! ’Tis not a Jew you are?”
“No.”
“Well, what, thin?”
“Are you trying to convert me, Julia?”
“I am not.”
“Then why do you ask?”