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Trevor went quiet. I reached into the back of my shorts, and his eyebrows rose. “What are you doing?”
“Calm down.” I pulled out a folded piece of laminated paper, and Trevor stared. I unfolded it carefully.
The paper cutout (albeit a bit water-logged) had long brown hair, a green dress, and a smile that looked medically concerning.
Trevor blinked. “Did you steal Eve?”
“I liberated her.”
“From camp?”
“She needed to experience the world.” I stood. “Adam is boring.”
Trevor laughed.
“Come here.” I walked towards the front of the sanctuary.
There was an old felt board beside the children’s sermon area. Some things truly never changed. I pinned Eve to it. Alone.
Trevor stared. “That’s it?”
“No.” I rummaged through the cabinet beneath the board, feeling for the old paper characters.
Noah. Moses. Jesus. Sheep. Disciples. Then I found another Adam. Probably twenty years old but it would work. I held him up proudly and Trevor laughed.
“Why are there multiple Adams?”
“Church bureaucracy.”
I pinned him beside Eve, then stared at the way they looked together. Adam. Eve. The picture everybody handed you before you were old enough to ask questions.
“This,” I said, “was what I thought my life was supposed to look like.”
Trevor studied the board. “Adam and Eve?”
“Man. Woman. Marriage. Kids. Church.” I pulled Eve off and flicked her across the room.
Trevor smiled slightly. “What are you doing?”
“Fixing it.” I searched the cabinet again until I found David and pinned him beside Adam.
Trevor stared. Then barked out a loud laugh. “Alvin.”
“What?”
“You can’t make Adam gay in church.”
“I just did.”
“That’s blasphemy.”
“I prefer creative interpretation.”
He shook his head, smiling.
I looked at the ridiculous felt board. Adam and David. Side by side. “This would’ve terrified me when I was your age.”
Trevor’s smile softened. “What changed?”
