A Frannie story for the High Holidays

The family (mom's mom's side) were gathered together in our backyard in North Massapequa, Long Island, somewhere around Rosh Hashanah. I was six. The grownups were discussing something serious quite seriously, perhaps God (they ranged far and wide in conversation, and they could easily have been talking about God, although they were secular/humanist to a one).

I asked, "Does God curve?"

They looked up at me, amazed.