“God would never do anything so dumb as make a Hell.”
“Of course He did.”
“No He didn’t!”
“Yes He did! A big enormous Hell!”
Because she was cross, Grandmother stood up much too quickly, and the whole pasture started spinning around and she almost lost her balance. She waited for the giddiness to stop.
“Sophia,” she said, “this is really not something to argue about. You can see for yourself that life is hard enough without being punished for it afterwars. We get comfort when we die, that’s the whole idea.”
“It’s funny about love,” Sophia said. “The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.”
“That’s very true,” Grandmother observed. “And so what do you do?”
“You go on loving,” said Sophia threateningly. “You love harder and harder.”
Her grandmother sighed and said nothing.