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Show 17 starts she's mad. Her arms were crossed on her pretty Sunday dress and hard lines roughed her brow. Earlier the Bishop had asked me for a private conference in his office. I told Sister Hearthway I didn't want to kiss no more cause I was so scared what the Bishop wanted to see me for. She had said there was nothing to be ashamed for since we hadn't done anything sinful. "That is," she'd added, "unless you've been kissing me for real. Have you? I told you it was only okay if we didn't mean it, Levi, but you mean it, don't you." She caught me there, and it was no use hiding so I didn't bother, but one look at her now and I could tell Sister Hearthway had worried herself half stupid over it. "What did the Bishop want to talk about?" "Just what a good job I've done with the yard," I said. She didn't seem satisfied so I added, "He gave me a raise. That's all." "What did he say about me?" she flared. "He didn't say nothing about you. You weren't even mentioned." "Liar!" and straightaway her manicured lingers and their sweet lingering of coconut cream lotion were at my collar. "Just a raise!" I choked, "The trees! A good job, I swear it! That's all!" "You'll sell me out to him first chance you get, I know it!" she said in my ear. She got a crazy look and her tone was sharp as ice-water. I could feel her blinking against my cheek. Her purse was slung over one shoulder and she took something small from it and pressed a square cellophane disc I knew for a condom, without seeing, into my hand. |