One day H and I were sitting quietly next to each other on the floor of the living room. He turned to me abruptly and said:
"I don't believe in justice."
For the life of me I couldn't figure out what he meant. I was new to this family and still hadn't really gotten to know them.
"You mean you don't believe in the legal system? Like judges and people going to jail?" I queried.
"No, no." He scolded. "Justice. Justice Christ."
I had to laugh at that one. Apparently this little Jewish boy was quite concerned about our differing religious beliefs.
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