On Being Well-Dressed: A New Year's Dialogue
April came through the coffeehouse door, bleary-eyed from an obviously late night. She muttered an order, rummaged through her purse for coins, and collapsed on the couch.
"So," she asked bluntly, "you make any New Year's resolutions?"
Tony scratched his stubbled chin-he, too, had apparently had a late night-and, not even looking up from his reading, mumbled absentmindedly, "Nah, I never really bother."
"Ah, right, I forgot." She continued in good humor, but with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Christians are already ...