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Show All the Variables & Other Love Storiesl33 "This isn't even all of it! I've got more! Bags and bags of it in the garage," she pointed, "Some from people's houses, some from department stores, hardware stores, gas stations, all kinds of places. It's trickier if the store has theft detection devices, but I discovered ways around that, and mostly it's the easiest thing in the world. They never even suspect me! Nice young woman with two kids and dressed like I am-why steal anything if-I can buy it? And that's what you do, you always buy something!" "This is a problem you got. I read about this kind of thing." "No, I'm not a kleptomaniac. They're compelled to steal, even though they don't want to, they feel bad about it. It makes me feel good!" 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." |