At the park, Little Girl God is riding a swing. She's wearing quite the getup: no goggle-eyed antennae this time, but a fuchsia cardigan, a horizontally striped turtleneck in various shades of pink, clashing pink tights with some kind of white dots or splotches on them, a black miniskirt with pink flowers all over it, and long scarf like one of Joan's, with white horizontal stripes of pink and fuchsia and burgundy. This isn't the first time Joan's gone looking for God, but it's the first time the God she found seemed to match up with the one she expected to find. When she went looking for Orange Jumpsuit God, she found Electrician God. So can Joan figure out where to find God now? Is God more likely to be available to her now? Anyway, Joan calls out to her from the other side of the chain link fence, and Little Girl God, still swinging, asks how she likes babysitting. Joan says it's okay, but describes Rocky as kind of freaky. Little Girl God says he has a lot on his mind. Like memorizing actuarial tables, apparently. Joan asks, "Like his asthma?" Little Girl God gets off the swing and walks over to the fence, saying, "It's not asthma. He tried to tell to you what it is, but you ignored him. I understand why. You don't want to look at anyone's pain." Right now, I don't want to look at seventeen clashing shades of pink. She continues, "The trouble is, when you try to avoid it, you stop helping. People end up alone." Joan asks, "You care about everybody so much. Why can't you help them?" Little Girl God: "Hey, I'll do my job and you do yours." Joan: "Mine is confusing. I thought I was supposed to help the mother, and now I'm supposed to help Rocky. Where does it end?" Little Girl God: "It doesn't. Help kind of moves around, like...light. Even a little bit is good." Joan: "Well, if I help two people, do I at least get extra points?" Yeah, for every ten people you help, you get one sin for free. Little Girl God: "It's not a point system, Joan. You don't get coupons." Joan sighs and asks what kind of system it is. Little Girl God says, "A perfect one." She tosses one end of her scarf over her shoulder and adds, "Trust me." Joan puts her elbow up on the fence, props her chin on her hand, and makes an expectant face: "I'm listening." Little Girl God announces, "I'm finished." She jumps down off whatever she was standing on and walks away with a dismissive wave. Joan: "Hey!" ["I know Little Girl God dresses like Little Edie Beale, but she's still my favorite." -- Sars]