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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 134 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 learnt is even the best got things they oughta 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 was important. What went on between me and Sister 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 |