“Those rocks we obsess over, we’re seeing them in the raw in the place they were born. It’s like going to Bethlehem or something.”
“It does feel sacred,” Oliver said.
Garen looked up at him. “Will you give us a prayer?”
“Oh jeez, no.” Oliver took a step back. “I’m not really a praying person.”
“But you’re Canadian,” Garen said. “That makes you like a high priest of curling.”