The Day I Sat On the Sun Deck is a funny, philosophical, sexy, sad and searching story that explores faith, the nature of belief, with the lightness of a meringue. When Jesus visits the hero of Sawai's most successful short story on a Monday morning in September 1972, they drink a glass of wine, spill some tea, talk about breasts. Then, his time is up. "That's what happened to me in Moose Jaw in 1972," she writes. "It was the main thing that happened to me that year."