Well, not exactly.
“Like” is a pretty strong word. They tolerate me.
Well, maybe tolerate isn’t the right word. They think I’m OK.
Well, not exactly OK in a I’ll be your buddy for awhile kinda way, but maybe safe to glance at once in a while from a distance.
A long distance, protected by a battery of nuns armed with holy water.
And a couple of exorcists.
And only once. When no-one’s looking. If they have nothing else to read (excepting the Bible, which they can always re-read).
Oh, who am I kidding.