Chapter 2 - Across Canada - does God work in a parking lot?

Everyone else is getting tired of travelling but I really look forward to getting into the car every morning now, not really knowing where we are going but knowing that it will be somewhere new. Or wondering if we’ll even get there. The car didn’t start again this morning and we actually had to phone a garage to fix it. When it was working again we followed the St. Lawrence River, stopping to see a crazy big church that Dad had read about and said people from all over the world went there to be cured from whatver they had that was wrong with them. Mom refused to go inside saying it was all hogwash. She just sat in the car with her arms crossed tight puffing on cigarettes like a chimney. I wonder if being this angry at God in a church parking lot means she's going to hell. I hope not. Dad tried to make it up to Mom by stopping again, this time for lunch in Rimouski. It’s kind of an ugly place but at least it has a good name. Mom softened up a bit and uncrossed her arms for the first time in hours. Her fingers don't look any different so I guess her blood is still circulating. I sat with my arms crossed that tight to see what it felt like but the tips of my fingers turned purple after about 10 minutes.