there are none righteous. ‘cept one.

Junior was righter and more just than anyone he knew or had ever known.

Most had come by God as a course of living or family. The Almighty had been thrust upon them and they accepted the mystery because duty and the minister told them they had to.

Not so with Junior. He was hand-chosen. Hand-picked, the way he saw it. And he reckoned that being picked was altogether better and more noble than having to pick yourself.

Nobody but Junior agreed to his way of thinking. But to Junior, Junior was all that mattered.