" I hate it," I said without thinking. We had always been open and honest with each other."I do too," she confided, draining her bottle and reaching f...r mine.We talked for three hours about her family, Judy was in kindergarten and Stewart was in pre-school. Peter had been promoted and they were looking for a larger house.It was nearly midnight when she had to go. I thanked her for coming, actually relieved that we had not talked about my problems. I walked with her to her car, we hugged and I. The Grade Seven and Eightstudents all got ballots for Best Boy and Girl, and the youngerstudents also filled the hall. After the voting was done, the boys'movie was played: 'The Big Cheese'.Rachael had seen bits of the video, and had actually colored in ahundred or so cartoon panels. The movie was super cute. Most of it waslive photography of Ingersoll and the museum. But what made it was thecartoon character 'Cheesy' Neal had made, which appeared on the bottomcorner of many scenes, making some. She was a little hazy on the details, not deliberately so as if she had something to hide, no, she genuinely couldn't remember and that was the damnest thing but she did recall they had a long chat about what he wanted her to do for the good of the church and his plans for establishing some kind of religious retreat where troubled souls could reside and regain their faith in the Lord."Never mind about that, did he get at all uppity and familiar wid ya?"She paused for a moment holding her cup in. . .” “You don’t think he can be sensitive enough not to hurt me?” “It’s more about knowledge, I guess. Experience. I mean–” he said, his eyebrows lifting up in that way they do when he’s feeling exuberant, I love the way it lifts his eyes so wide open– “all of my queenie take-it-in-the-ass bona fides notwithstanding, it’s a crap shoot out there.” I matched his eyebrow-arching, with as much irony as mirth. “Pun acknowledged, but not intended–” “Bullshit. Pun totally intended,” I shot back..