"Still with the puzzled look on her face, she mumbled, "And you Yanks think we talk strangely!"I nodded, and then asked, "Where's Gordy this morning?"...Gordy's too civilized to be up this early. He mumbled something about he would be down in a few minutes."Weena didn't give me a chance to answer, she changed the subject, "You decided on what you are going to do with the cattle?" Pretty much; way I see it, getting things done up at the bank needs to be done first, then figuring out how to move. .." That's all Richard got out before she interrupted him."Ah yes! I have just the thing you need... just let me have a little look in my bag." With this she began to thumb through a large sack she was carrying at her side. This sack wasn't there a moment ago. Where had she gotten this sack? "Aha! Here they are." Pulled from the sack were a pretty pair of black shoes with black bows on the top of them, a little too kiddies in Richards opinion."Ma'am I'm happy you want to help me and all but I. It wasn't a robe that one would wear with strangers, but she wasn't expecting anyone. It was a white terry cloth robe that just covered her butt. Judy opened the door sightly standing behind it, to see who had run the bell. It was Glenn Mathers, her husband's friend, and a second man. It took a second for her to recognize the other man, he was one of the card players that Steve played with each month.Then she remembered that she was supposed to call Glenn to tell him that Steve was out of town. As we sorted the books we started talking about Christmas plans, about the traditions our families had each year and such. “I always like to go to the candlelight carol concert held in the village where I live,” he said.A glimmer of a cloud just dulled the sparkle in his eyes for the briefest of moments. I gave him an enquiring look. “But the thing is I have nobody to go with this year.”“Oh,” I said, “That’s a shame, it sounds really nice.” He stopped shuffling the pile of books on his desk and.