a peaceful interlude

"James," said Rowena "my children don't believe in God. They don't care about religion. So what does it matter to them all that stuff you go on about. That stuff about Muslims. They don't care about that stuff. It doesn't affect them. It doesn't concern them. So what does it matter?"
I nodded.
"It doesn't matter at all," I said, "because they're going to be Muslims."