“Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?”
“Hold your head high, stick your chest out. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.”
“Well, I hope your hard self enjoys flogging the bishop tonight!”
“Parallel tough-guy nods. Man fix boat! Man be strong!"What now?" I asked, hoping to divert the two from actually beating their chests.”
“Faith is the very first thing you should pack in a hope chest.”
“She didn't know what a goji berry was, but it sounded like something Amazonian tribesmen might eat when they wanted to talk to their ancestors and embark on an inner voyage into some sort of unicorn-infested netherworld. Whatever worked.”