Now that was capable of being a sticky subject, wasn't it. She wasn't sure of Beti's faith, but there had always been something deeply spiritual about the funeral home they worked in. It was nothing overt, but the feeling of faith lingered there. She supposed it was impossible not to have that feeling when they played host to Christian funerals all the time.
And so the question was whether outing herself as not a very good Christian would lead to sudden evangelism and pamphlets slipped into her bag. Or, worse, losing her job. More than many, Genesis couldn't afford to lose her job.
"Uh," Genesis began, mulling over the right middle ground of truthfulness. "I am Christian, just maybe not as much as my ex and kiddo would like. I believe there's a god, but I don't pray and I don't go to church anymore." She thought more and more these days that maybe she was falling on the agnostic side of things. She wanted to believe that there was a benevolent all loving father up there in the sky, but that was a hard thing to buy into sometimes.