“It’s an idea.”
“Kit, please don’t give up on him,” Tansy pleaded. “Chris and I are the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. But Logan is different. He’s
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deep and when he loves, it’s with everything he has, everything he is. A man like that who loves the wrong woman paves the way to his own destruction.” “Yes, I know,” she said. “But if he loves her…”
“If he loved her, he wouldn’t have been shut up in a bathroom with you for several minutes,” Tansy said with a wicked grin. “How…?”
“Those kids, how else?” Tansy sighed. “They were up here try-ing to take the doorknob off with a screwdriver when Emmett caught them. Don’t worry.” She chuckled at Kit’s horror. “The walls are two inches thick, nothing gets past them. But if they’d managed to get the doorknob off, things would have gotten a bit interesting…”
Kit buried her face in her hands. “Oh, dear,” she whispered, thinking how embarrassing it would have been, even though nothing terribly indiscreet had happened.
“Don’t be like this, sweetheart,” Tansy said gently. “My goodness, you do take life so seriously. How do you expect to live if you can’t bend the rules occasionally? It isn’t as if you’re a pro-miscuous person who thrives on flaunting herself. You’re a nice, decent woman, and I do wish it was you instead of Betsy that I was going to have for a daughter-in-law.” “Nothing really terrible went on in there,” she began.
“So what if it had? Since when have you been perfect?” Tansy smiled. “My dear, you have a very rigid and rather unflattering view of God if you think He’s as narrow-minded and petty as most human beings are. Give Him credit for knowing all about you, not just what shows.” “I thought you didn’t go to church,” Kit said, amazed.
“I don’t. There are too many denominations fighting each other, when they should be trying to please God. Fellowship is nice, but 1 don’t think just going to church alone will get a mean person into heaven.”
“Maybe not,” Kit said. “But without some kind of rules, what would we have?”
“What we’ve got,” Tansy told her. “The most confused generation of kids who ever lived on the planet. There are no rules, no values, no heroes. Have you ever studied ancient civilizations, Kit?
The Case of the Missing Secretary373 “Not really.”
“The first sign of a declining civilization is a decline in the arts. And I think we have a very definite decline in culture and art. It’s been replaced by video games and plastic toys and television and VCRs.”
“I’m glad the kids don’t have a video camera,” Kit said with faint humor as she began to relax a little. Tansy chuckled. “Remind me to give them one for Christmas.” “Poor Emmett! He’ll never get a bride then!”
“Are you feeling better?” Tansy asked. “A little less tor-mented?” “Yes. You’re nice medicine.”
“I’ve never been called that. Well, off to bed. We go back to Houston in the morning.” Her eyes twinkled at Kit. “After that, who knows?” ‘Tansy, you won’t vanish again!”
“Dear girl, if I stay in one place very long, I’ll die there. At my age, one must keep moving or freeze up. If old age catches me, it’ll have to outrun me.” She got up and went to the door. “I’d lock this,” she said. “The kids don’t have a VCR, but they do have a Polaroid camera…”
Kit leaped out of bed without an argument. She could imagine the kind of photographs she might appear in if she left that door unlocked, even though she didn’t sleep naked.
At breakfast the next morning, the kids were gathered around and snickering faintly as they looked from a hung over, very quiet Logan to a shy Kit.
“I hid the screwdrivers, Kit, don’t worry,” Emmett said with a wicked glance toward her and then Logan. “You’re safe this morning. All the same, I wouldn’t lock myself in any more bathrooms with
“Kit, please don’t give up on him,” Tansy pleaded. “Chris and I are the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. But Logan is different. He’s
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deep and when he loves, it’s with everything he has, everything he is. A man like that who loves the wrong woman paves the way to his own destruction.” “Yes, I know,” she said. “But if he loves her…”
“If he loved her, he wouldn’t have been shut up in a bathroom with you for several minutes,” Tansy said with a wicked grin. “How…?”
“Those kids, how else?” Tansy sighed. “They were up here try-ing to take the doorknob off with a screwdriver when Emmett caught them. Don’t worry.” She chuckled at Kit’s horror. “The walls are two inches thick, nothing gets past them. But if they’d managed to get the doorknob off, things would have gotten a bit interesting…”
Kit buried her face in her hands. “Oh, dear,” she whispered, thinking how embarrassing it would have been, even though nothing terribly indiscreet had happened.
“Don’t be like this, sweetheart,” Tansy said gently. “My goodness, you do take life so seriously. How do you expect to live if you can’t bend the rules occasionally? It isn’t as if you’re a pro-miscuous person who thrives on flaunting herself. You’re a nice, decent woman, and I do wish it was you instead of Betsy that I was going to have for a daughter-in-law.” “Nothing really terrible went on in there,” she began.
“So what if it had? Since when have you been perfect?” Tansy smiled. “My dear, you have a very rigid and rather unflattering view of God if you think He’s as narrow-minded and petty as most human beings are. Give Him credit for knowing all about you, not just what shows.” “I thought you didn’t go to church,” Kit said, amazed.
“I don’t. There are too many denominations fighting each other, when they should be trying to please God. Fellowship is nice, but 1 don’t think just going to church alone will get a mean person into heaven.”
“Maybe not,” Kit said. “But without some kind of rules, what would we have?”
“What we’ve got,” Tansy told her. “The most confused generation of kids who ever lived on the planet. There are no rules, no values, no heroes. Have you ever studied ancient civilizations, Kit?
The Case of the Missing Secretary373 “Not really.”
“The first sign of a declining civilization is a decline in the arts. And I think we have a very definite decline in culture and art. It’s been replaced by video games and plastic toys and television and VCRs.”
“I’m glad the kids don’t have a video camera,” Kit said with faint humor as she began to relax a little. Tansy chuckled. “Remind me to give them one for Christmas.” “Poor Emmett! He’ll never get a bride then!”
“Are you feeling better?” Tansy asked. “A little less tor-mented?” “Yes. You’re nice medicine.”
“I’ve never been called that. Well, off to bed. We go back to Houston in the morning.” Her eyes twinkled at Kit. “After that, who knows?” ‘Tansy, you won’t vanish again!”
“Dear girl, if I stay in one place very long, I’ll die there. At my age, one must keep moving or freeze up. If old age catches me, it’ll have to outrun me.” She got up and went to the door. “I’d lock this,” she said. “The kids don’t have a VCR, but they do have a Polaroid camera…”
Kit leaped out of bed without an argument. She could imagine the kind of photographs she might appear in if she left that door unlocked, even though she didn’t sleep naked.
At breakfast the next morning, the kids were gathered around and snickering faintly as they looked from a hung over, very quiet Logan to a shy Kit.
“I hid the screwdrivers, Kit, don’t worry,” Emmett said with a wicked glance toward her and then Logan. “You’re safe this morning. All the same, I wouldn’t lock myself in any more bathrooms with
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