Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

Did she?
Well, I think I fuck up a lot, Dinah mutters; oblivious to her own language. John hurt my sister and I couldn't save her. And Kai doesn't like me and I don't know why. And-- and Mama and Daddy aren't around like they used to be, and I miss 'em even when they're still here. And I don't know if God is just mad at me or not.
She would be mad, too, if she were Him.
When Dinah looks at herself in reflections, when she gazes upon her sand-packed paws and rawboned limbs, she sees not her bleeding heart and her scientific brain; instead, it is all the jealousy and black-tongued rage, the resentment and bitterness! And no matter how much she repented, sat alone where she thought she could be with God, nothing seemed to change. She was not better.
I don't know if I'm a good person. I don't think God loves me like Mama says He does.