story?â And Max, the avid reader, was suddenly a little more interested than heâd been before.
âI canât remember, but thatâs not the important part of what Iâm telling you, sweetie.â
âOh.â
âWhen Iâd finished reading the story, I said that we should each say a little prayer to God.â
âIâm not sure I believe in God.â
âThatâs alright, Max. Iâm sure He
believes
in you!â
âThat Professor says that God is deluded⦠â
âNo, Richard Dawkins says a belief in God is a delusion. At least thatâs what I think he says, because I havenât read his book. If you ask me, heâs the one who is deluded. Heâs made Science his god just like Aaron did with the golden calf. Only now they donât have to melt their jewellery to do it because they have research grants instead. Then everyone bows down and says âclever science, clever scientists, they have all the answersâ, when they actually know very little, and can
prove
even less.â
âWhat?â âOh, I was thinking about the story of the golden calf. Itâs in the Old Testament. Iâll tell you another day.â
âA calf made out of gold? Thatâs impossible,â Max was incredulous. But he was also interested.
âWell, of course it wasnât a real calf, but it was made from real
gold.â
âOh. How?â
âAll the people gave Aaron, the priest, their gold jewellery, and he melted it down to make the golden calf. And I can tell you that nothing
good came from that little episode â nothing good at all! But the whole storyâs for another time; itâs not important now.â
âIs that it? Is that what you wanted to tell me?â
âNo, of course not silly, I havenât finished yet, because I got side-tracked when you mentioned wretched Professor Dawkins! But to return to my original
story
;
we all said an evening prayer to God. I canât remember who went first, nor can I remember what Celia said, or what I said. But I can remember very clearly what you said, Max. Shall I tell you?â
âI suppose.â âYou said,
âDear God, please remember our needs and give us a fine day tomorrow: crème caramelâ.
â
âWhat? But that doesnât make sense! Why would I say that, instead of Amen? Thatâs what we do in Assembly after weâve said the Lordâs Prayer.â
âNo one knows why you said it, you just did. And you
were
very fond of crème caramel at the time!â
âI still am,â he said weakly.
âI know you are. But I think that how we end our prayers doesnât matter much to God. It must be whatâs in our hearts thatâs important. Guess what happened the next day?â
âWhat?â
âIt was the best, the sunniest, the most wonderfully perfect day of the whole two weeks that we were in France. Now what do you think about that?â
âI donât know. My head hurts too much to think.â
âAnd after that perfect day, when I told the rest of the family what youâd said the night before, we all laughed and said âso thatâs how to make sure our prayers are answered: forget the Amen and always end by saying crème caramelâ!â
Then suddenly Granny was serious again. âTimmy says that youâve been saying crème caramel at night. Youâve even been shouting it sometimes. Why would you do that, do you think?â
There was silence for a long time, so Granny decided to fill the void. âDarling, is there any chance you might be blaming yourself for what has happened to Inspector Martin?â
More silence.
âDo you think that the bad thing happened to Georges because you said he was a rubbish bowler?â
There was a different sound now on the other end of the line: it could have been soft tears falling. But then big boys of almost eleven