Too perky."Good! That's all of us. Shall we board the plane, then, folks?"Denise smiled tolerantly. There was a much quicker way to account for everyo...e in the group -- just counting from one to ten, for instance -- but her husband loved to put on his "Let's say I'm from Missouri" persona. After pulling off the organizing of this whole trip, though, dealing with all the bureaucracy and scheduling annoyances, he had earned the right to pose in the limelight a little.Jim led them to the lady at. In fact, the spread of a worldwide religion seemed better suited to intellectual ignorance. Success depended more on the lack of any spiritual object to focus attention for finding a purpose for existence. Inevitably, even the long established pagan religions of the multi-God variety crumbled away in the face of the truly faithful.The Roman Catholic Church headquartered in Rome, Italy with a vested representative of God in the form of a "Pope" was ideally situated to assume the role of. She giggled to herself, thinking maybe I should have thought difficult, instead of hard. When she got into the house, she set it down on the dining room table, and was surprised to hear it click, like ivory striking wood, when she set it down. She picked it up again, and it felt as soft as before. She set it down again, and it clicked again, just like ivory, just as before. She picked up the sugar spoon then, and tapped it lightly against the tip, right on top of the little slit. It was hard,. Mutti Frida found her voice. “No, it is too dangerous.”“But, Mutti...” Col’s voice ached with hope.“No, Col. It’s too dangerous.”Col opened her mouth, but Mutti Frida gave her a stern look. “Enough.”She then turned to me, a deep frown creasing her forehead. Col and I shared a look. The conversation at tea was a bit subdued. I silently chided myself for spouting the idea without first talking it over with Col. Together, we might have come up with a way to lead Mutti Frida gently to support Col.