"Dad's dragging me to the temple in Columbus this week," Tina explained when the group was trying to make plans for a Tuesday night. Most of them brushed it off, but Joe turned around, curious.
"What kind of temple?"
"It's less of a temple and more of a Buddhist community center," she said. "Dad goes when he can, and Mom sticks with the synagogue."
"What about you?"
"A little of both. When I do good, I feel good; when I do bad, I feel bad. That's my religion."
Joe seemed impressed. "That's very wise."
"Thanks. I stole it from Lincoln."