“So, how not-religious are we talking about?” I ask my girlfriend—joking, I think.
“Very not,” she says, but the undercurrent of anxiety in my question has already entered her and she returns serve with one of her own: “Why?”
This is early in our time together, in the first heady months when we’re still getting to know each other, and the fact of our being an interfaith couple seems like just one more stylistic difference. She likes opera; I like jazz. She likes old movies; I like foreign films. She likes staying in; I like going out. {read}