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Show I couldn't fathom how that could be. We trolled through the stuff-scarves and golf balls and neck ties-me in a world of puzzle and she pure ecstatic. "Not so crystal clear now, am I," she bragged. "If there's anything you like, you can have it. I've never shown any of this to anyone before, and I've got tons of it. Help yourself, really!" I said I better not, but it upset her severe so I took a silk neck tie to put her at ease. She worried I wouldn't like her now I knew how bad she could sometimes be. I said the Bishop was the luckiest man living, and she blushed. "Sometimes I don't think the Bishop feels so lucky," she said. She had this diminutive way of talking about herself, and it made me mad. "Then he's stupid as he is lucky." She was visible shocked, but I was so hot with feeling I didn't care. "Oh, don't listen to me," she said, "I know he loves me, he's just busy so much, I wish he'd take time to kiss me once in a while." Well, I was lit. I said, "If I was your husband I'd kiss you thousand times a day. I don't mean nothing by it, I'm just saying. I already decided some day I want my wife to be same as you, and I can't see any sense in the Bishop being so negligent. He's a fine man, I won't say he ain't, but what I leamt is even the best got things they ought do better." Sister Hearthway flushed a good crimson, said, "It's nice of you to say so." After that things got all awkward between us, and I said I better get back to those gardenias before it's time to clean the pool. At the time I gave it no thought, but after everything went how it did I know it were important. What went on between me and Sister |