"I have one more question," he said. "It's about starling."
"Not to be rude, but I'm starting to lose interest in this. The question of our resident mass murderer has been a matter of discussion with city, state, and federal officials, more than once. I've even been asked about her by schoolchildren–"
"Amy Brewster, I know. She's a member of my congregation, and her mother reported your response to me. She was quite upset."
"I told her that I thought you were right."
"I told her it was heartening that, despite everything, you apparently believe in redemption."
She leaned back and smiled. "In the sense that you mean, to become free from the consequences of sin, no, because I don't believe in sin as such. But meaning to release from blame or debt, to change for the better, yes, absolutely. By the way, what is the purpose of all this? Are you interviewing me? I always think I'm not interviewed often enough."
"This is serious–"
"I'm afraid you'll have to convince me of that. So far, all you've done is ask me three questions. Two of them are a matter of public record, as I said, and you could easily have researched them yourself. For the third question, it turned out that you knew my answer already, and for some reason you wanted me to hear yours." She lit a cigarette.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't smoke in my office."