"I don't want to say I know them, but I'm enough on their radar to know to keep clear." When she could manage to keep her mouth shut and not taunt them, that was; something for which she was always telling others off but couldn't resist doing herself.
"The pain in this world is unbelievable and excruciating. The prayers of the desperate are overwhelming." And she knew that part was about to get worse. Her feast day was coming up soon, and when that happened she would hear nothing but prayers. "But He on his throne up there, He never steps in. Faith is about believing without proof, they say."
She shook her head, staring at her glass. "It's not fair to them," Mary said more somberly. "It's too much to ask them, with so little reward in this life. Sure, give them an eternity up there, but expect their devotion while they freeze to death on a park bench in the snow."