There was an awkward pause. “You catch it when you got home?” Andrew asked.
“Catch what?” Jane said. Andrew seemed nice enough. Not really her sort, though: he seemed a bit timid.
“You know. Catch…heck.”
“Heck? You mean catch hell? ” Jane asked. “Are you a Mormon or something, ain’t supposed to swear?”
“No, we’re agnostic.”
“Agnostic. Never heard of that one.” Jane prided herself on being as clever as anyone else she met, but her schooling had been sparse. “Agnostics don’t swear?”
“Not as much as whatever you are.”
“Never mind what I am,” said Jane. “Queer mix of folk hereabouts. Are agnostic sermons really boring?”
“Ain’t no agnostic church. It’s a philosophy.”
“So where do agnostics go on Sunday?”
“It’s not like that. Agnostic just means you figure that you don’t know if there is a God or not,” Andrew said.
“I thought that was what an atheist was.”
“Nope. An atheist is sure there is no God.”
“Oh,” she said. “No matter. “I ain’t much of one for church anyhow.”
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