It was a principled decision, based more on the fact that she was in a same-sex relationship than on her shacking up with a demon. The modern Anglican church regards Hell as a state of mind and doesn’t officially believe in demons (unlike the Catholics, who hunt them with papally blessed flamethrowers), but it still has problems with church officers who are openly gay. As an atheist with issues, I have to say I love that shit.
Susan smiled, genuinely pleased to be asked. ‘No, I’m fine, really,’ she said. ‘I’m enjoying it.
‘Stormbreaker being . . . ?’ I prompted, feeling a little lost.
‘It’s one of the best-selling children’s books of the last decade, Felix,’ Susan chided me schoolmarmishly.
‘Oh, that Stormbreaker,’ I bluffed.
‘They made a movie of it.’
‘Not a patch on the book.’
‘You don’t need to work,’ Juliet said to Susan, putting a broom handle through the spokes of my small talk.
There was an awkward pause.
‘I like to work, Jules,’ Susan said.
Juliet met that statement with a cold deadpan ‘Why?’
Susan didn’t seem very happy with the question: generally anything that looked like an argument looming in the distance made her run for cover, but this time she stood her ground.
Juliet considered. ‘Yes,’ she said at last.
But Susan couldn’t. She forgot what she’d been saying, tried to start again, floundered into silence. For the first time in many, many months, I felt sorry enough for her to forget how much I envied her.