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Show 14-5 "Andrew?" "Hmm." Father fiddled with his t i e . He hated t i e s. "Yup, until she met Andrew, your mother would have nothing to do with hospitals or sick people. It's always been hard for her." "Grandfather said something l i k e that." "It's no secret. She admits i t . And now, here she i s , walking into the lion's den." He turned to grin at me. "So to speak." "Oh, Daddy, Andrew's no lion." "That's what I mean. You tamed the lions for her. Made her see what is under Andrew's face. Someone to love. Not to be afraid of." "I still think she's scared." "Sure she is. This whole thing takes a lot of courage. That's why she needs us there. To buck her up. In our new duds." He stroked his new tie. "Well, we all do look splendid." "You two certainly do. My two beautiful women." "Oh, Father, you're beautiful too. You know it. All the Circle ladies say you are a fine figure of a man." I rolled it out the way Mrs. Cashmore had in church last Sunday as she watched Father pass the collection plate. "Oh, they do? Well, sometimes there's too much of that figure." Father patted his stomach. "Here's your mother. It's time to go." Mother stood in the door, holding her music, frowning slightly. "Do I look all right?" she asked. Father and I said together, "You're beautiful," and we swept her out to the car. When we arrived at the hospital, we saw that the men were sitting and lying under the trees, where I was accustomed to finding them. But instead of their disorderly ways of the afternoon, tonight they were all arranged in long curving |