Looking out my Backdoor: The seven deadly sins?

“Can you name the seven deadly sins?” she asked. I lay on Bonnie’s table, my body full of acupuncture needles.

“I hope there is no wrong answer,” I countered, considering my vulnerable position. “At one time, in my youth, I could have rattled them off easily. Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. I know Bonnie to be a thoughtful, introspective person, so I don’t accept a shrug but put her motivation on hold as none of my business unless she chose to share.

“Pride?” I asked.

“That’s one. What is it in English when you want money, power and other people’s things?”...