Pierce pointed at Jenny’s broken locket. “Why do you wear that stupid old broken thing?” he asked. “It’s Easter. Shouldn’t you wear a cross, or do you not believe?”
Jenny shook her head. She lifted up the locket, its hinge mostly broken, never to close again, its contents lost to the world. “I wear this because I believe.”
“What? You don’t make any sense.”
Jenny pointed at Pierce’s cross. “That is a symbol of sacrifice and death.”
“Uh, yeah? That’s the whole idea.” Pierce’s eyes rolled up into his head so hard it almost sounded like a slot machine spinning.. Once they returned to normal he continued. “God sent his son as the final sacrifice. I thought you said you believed.”
“I do. This represents the empty tomb. That means death is conquered. I am saved as long as I believe in this. That’s why my locket is empty and can’t be closed back up.”
Pierce stumbled a bit mentally as he processed what just happened. “So what you’re saying is?”
“Without this,” she lifted her broken locket, “that,” she pointed at the cross, “is just a gory end to a magnificent man.”
“Where can I get one of those?” Pierce asked.
Jenny folded her arms in front of her. “I thought you said it was stupid.”
“Once I was blind, but now I see?”
She shoved his shoulder. “That was bad.”
Peirce laughed. “Happy Easter?”
Jenny joined in is laughter. “Happy Easter.”
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