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Shortly she followed me in. I cowered away from her. "Help! Don't hit me
again!"
"Oh, spit. I haven't hit you once, as yet."
"I surrender. You're not ancient; you're just well marinated. Hazel my
love, what makes you so feisty?"
"I'm not feisty. But when you're as small as I am and female, if you don't
stand up for your rights, you're sure to be pushed around by big, hairy, smelly
men with delusions about male superiority. Don't yelp, dear; I haven't hurt you,
not once. I haven't drawn blood-now have I?"
"I'm afraid to look. Mother never warned me that married life could be like
this! Sweetheart, you were about to tell me why you had to recruit me and for
what purpose when we got distracted."
She was slow in answering. "Richard, you had trouble believing that I am
more than twice your age."
"You convinced me. I don't understand it, but I've had to accept it."
"You're going to find other things I must tell you much harder to accept.
Much!"
"Then I probably won't accept them. Hazel-Gwen honey, I'm a hard case. I
don't believe in table-tapping, astrology, virgin birth-"
"Virgin birth isn't difficult."
"I mean, in the theological sense; I'm not talking about genetics
laboratories. -virgin birth, numerology, a literal hell, magic, witchcraft, and
campaign promises. You tell me something that runs contrary to horse sense; I'll
be at least as hard to sell as I was about your ancient years
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