There, after seeing that I didn't burst aflame upon entering (I was starting to tire of how most of these tests seemed to be against how flammable I might or might not be), we pretended to pray until we were alone. Then Tom and Ed took turns either splashing me from the holy water basin, or touching me with the various altar relics. In all cases, nothing happened, except perhaps that I wound up both wet and annoyed. “We probably shouldn't be surprised,” Tom said on the way home. “I think that was a Lutheran church. According my grandmother, they're already a den of Satanists.” *sigh* Assholes, both of them. * * * Friday night finally arrived. It had been a long week. During the days, Ed and I were slaving away at work, and then the nights felt like they were spent with my roommates coming up with new and inventive ways to torture me. Speaking of work, I had managed to do my job from home all week, which was good (considering the crispy fried alternative of going to the office during the day).
