Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

Was Dinah a good person?
And if she was, did she mean to be, or was it only in pursuit of a great opalescent afterlife; to be saved if the world were to come crumbling? Had she been blinded by her own selfishness, a sin she had, up until this point, been rather unaware of?
She thought herself to be generous, to feel openly and honestly; she loves with a great passion and seeks knowledge. But perhaps at some point she had dropped the deck of cards and watched them scatter. Her priority should be God, to spread His word in swaths of blooming lavender, to show the world His goodness; for that was what goodness was, right?
What if He is real? What if He isn't?
Dinah's face scrunches in thought, a sniffle sound pouring from her nostrils. A stream of affirmations repeat in her head like the sound of a barrel drum. God is real; God is with me. God is real; God is with me—
Do you think I'm a good person, Gramma?