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Show 10 Hearthway happened that day. All gossips want to hear is the later stuff, but I'm telling you everything had been decided by then. * * * Bishop Hearthway it seems made a good salary air traffic controlling at the international airport. He was formerly a charter pilot, before that a military man, and before raised respectful of good old fashioned family values, which is why he worked so heavy all week and Sister Hearthway stayed home minding the babies. I know cause Sister Hearthway told me. She told me she could work or not work, it didn't matter to her, but it was important to the Bishop. That's how she was with most things: she couldn't care one way or the other, and if the Bishop had a preference she'd just as soon please him. She didn't want me to do anything but listen to her chatter after she saw I didn't condemn her thievery. It was hard pulling weeds with her telling me all about babies and snoring bishops, and fetching me to smear suntan lotion, and reach high pans in the kitchen, and which blouse did I prefer, purple or white. She had questions about male pattern baldness and the geography of Alaska and all variety of non-interest. I'd make to go home, and she'd stall any way she could, all anxiety, like she expected me to say something I couldn't guess. She called me to the porch for sun-tea and said, "I heard you have a girlfriend now." It wasn't so, and I gathered she heard from Sharlee whose heart all vinegar and antichrist took no pleasure in the world sweeter than spreading rumors. It was harmless |