Damn it again. I put the camera down out of the way and did the dishes for real.A few minutes later Jamie knocked on my backdoor and came in. She aske..., “Were you just taking pictures of me?”Since I had been caught in the act and the fact that she had just picked up my camera, I said, “Yes…but none of them came out. Damn it.”Jamie asked, “Why?”I said, “I was in too much of a hurry, the flash went off, there is glare from the sun on my window, and the damn thing is dirty to boot.”She smiled,. Many ,many years ago the Schoolmaster had been the Dean of Discipline at an exclusive Co Educational College where he had been kept quite busy thrashing the bottoms of those who tested the rules of the college.A Classic's Master,the Schoolmaster often scolded his pupils in Latin before administering the cane. Upon his retirement the Schoolmaster had found that his way of chastising the errant had become much in demand among adults who wished to relive their schooldays and very soon he was using. Once again he hisses with annoyance. He turns to a fresh page in his sketch pad and hands me a box of pencils.At his urging I select a red-brown pencil for the path and hand it to him, then I describe the shape of the path and he draws it with a quick sure hand. In answer to his question, I again explain the diamond pattern and he starts filling in the outline with quick short strokes. The emerging path looks much more realistic than his original drawing. I'm impressed at the way he draws. He turned away."I...I better not say." Oh, come on, Charlies. It's just a little crush. A crush is the mostflattering thing in the world. You're telling someone she's attractive, andinteresting, and provocative. It's a great compliment." She smiled andpatted her hair. She looked pretty in the dim light of the world."Well, I mean all those things. But what if they're married to one of yourgood friends?"She grinned. She looked at me."He'll just have to live with it. All love isgood." Do you know.