Ignacio knows that well. The same folks he saw in Church the night before were the ones he'd see in the grocery store, slapping their kids across the face and cursing them out in public. Then it'd be back to church again later that week, pretending to be different people entirely, pretending to be Church-going people with their Church-faces on.

"I think that's some bullshit," he says, wishing he hadn't stubbed out his smoke now. "Maybe God's just taking a step back to let you figure things out on your own for a while? That's part of being a good parent, too."