"Tell me. Did you find the flavor appealing?"Time seemed to stand still. Mary would have bolted from the room, had she not seen the undisguised longin...g in those shining blue eyes. She could not bring herself to dim the look of hope that seemed to originate deep in the woman's soul. Not trusting herself to speak, the maid simply nodded her head.Those hypnotic eyes flashed brighter. "Mary, would you like to taste that unusual flavor again?"Feeling herself begin to tremble, Mary gulped once or. "Maybe you could help with something else," he asked the kind lady. "One set is for my mother and one is for my girlfriend. Which one would give to which?" I see," the lady said, but then hesitated."She isn't really my girlfriend, just sort of. We met this summer..."He stopped himself, realizing that his explanation wasn't needed."What does your girlfriend look like?" Well, she's tall and has real blonde hair. And..." Blonde," the lady interrupted. "Then I would give her the blue set."Jim felt. Could you give her a call or something, explaining that we can’t meet?” That moment, every ounce of courage, self loathing and discipline vanished like crumbs before a bird. “I have a better idea. Why don’t all three of us meet up just like she suggested?” The pause appeared again, but even longer this time. “You would do that? I thought you were through with that stuff.” “I am. But I can always make an exception for you, dear. Isn’t that what a wife should do for her husband?” I ended the. Or face.However, the Gilmore Girls had always taught me to learn as much as I could about any situation that affected me. From Miss Adler’s whores to furniture to horses.I looked at Willowdean, “Your husband is involved? Besides just printing the handbills?”She nodded firmly, “It was his idea to sell the parcels more than once. They’re cutting him in.”“Just curious, Mrs. Sherrill, why would you tell me about your own husband?”“I hate him! My mother sold me to him and he’s a ... a beast! Sick in.