"Is he out of surgery yet?" Lucy grasped Julie's hand as she stared through the big window at Harold. "I don't want him to die."
"Nobody does, darling." Julie gave the child's hand a squeeze. "I'm sure he's going to be just fine. He has the very best surgeon."
"If you say so." Lucy pulled her hand away. "I hope God doesn't want him."
"God?" Julie frowned. "Why would God want him?"
"I heard Timothy Weston's mummy tell him God wanted his father to go and live with him but Timmy said his dad wasn't gay so God left him in the church in a box."
"Oh." Julie was saved from the need to respond when she saw Harold through the glass with his thumbs up. "Look," she said. "Your father's finished. Big Ted is as good as new."