The room was too dim, and because I was nearsighted, I did not even notice that my statue had been switched out.
Kirsten, dressed as Jesus, was standing behind the altar, taking Jesus's place and receiving my kneeling for a full hour.
"See, I told you this would be so much fun!
"Elsie, your expression when you were kneeling to me was so serious!
"But I didn't expect you to still believe in this.
"If you're sick, you need to see a doctor. Even a three-year-old understands that. How do you not get it?
"I know you're desperate to live, but you shouldn't be so hasty in seeking help."
Kirsten sneered, her face full of disdain.
I looked down at the statue of Jesus that had rolled onto the ground and was being kicked around, feeling a deep sense of guilt.
Seeing that I had not reacted for a long time, Kirsten and the others grew bored and stopped laughing.
But they began to lecture me instead.
"Elsie, you really can't take a joke at all; it's just so dull," Kirsten said, looking displeased.
The others echoed her, criticizing me as well.
Even Sergio looked at me disapprovingly and said.