I was telling Allie how lucky I feel. If that boulder had been a foot higher, Fredo would have been killed. If I had been a quarter second later, the boulder would have hopped into my windshield and killed us both. I didn't hit the oncoming school bus, and I didn't end up in a lake. All things considered, this is an implausibly fortunate outcome.
"It wasn't God sparing you, you know," she observed. "It was God missing."
He always was a crap shot.
She thought some more. "Say, do you think God says 'goddammit' when he misses?"