“Yeah! I mean, you’re so bold. You seem so unafraid. And…I don’t know. I feel like I’m always trying to not cause problems, but you’re not like that. You stand up for what you believe in, and I love what you believe in.”

“You do?” Vanessa said.

“You’re saying you don’t believe in a God who would hate, right? And if that God does exist, you’ll remain defiant.”

“Yes, that’s…yes.”

“Yeah, that’s incredibly daring! And it’s beautiful.”

“What about you?” Vanessa asked, her voice quieting. “Do you believe in God?”

“I think I do. In a different way than you’re talking about, though.”

Vanessa lay back on the bed, parallel to the headboard, and Joan did the same.

“Tell me,” Vanessa said.

“Well, my parents are Protestant. They believe that God made the world in six days. Eve came from Adam. The Earth is six thousand years old.”

“But that doesn’t work for you.”

Joan shook her head. “The Earth is at least four and a half billion years old. We know that, objectively. So I had to start asking myself different questions.”

“Because science and God don’t mix?”

Joan sat up. “No, no, no. Not at all. I don’t feel that way at all.”

“But why not? Why, when they tell you that God created man out of thin air and then you learn about evolution, why does the whole thing not crumble for you?”

“Because there are so many ways to define God and there’s still so much unknown about the universe. I could never say that science has obliterated the possibility of God. Certainly I don’t see that happening in my lifetime. And I think something would be lost, if it did. Or maybe I should say that I hope that if it did happen, it would only be because something even more incredible was discovered.”

Vanessa smiled. “You’re so passionate about the subject of God,” she said. “I had no idea.”

“I’m passionate about the Milky Way,” Joan said. “And I think God’s in it.”

“I’m listening…”

Joan looked at her askance. “You really want to hear all of this?”

“Yes, I’m fascinated,” Vanessa said.

“Really?”

“Desperately. I want to hear it all.”

Joan beamed and tried to hold back her smile. In all of her time spent watching others, she hadn’t picked up on this part of falling in love, that someone could look at you as if you were the very center of everything. And even though you knew better, you’d allow yourself a moment to believe you were worthy of being revolved around, too.