And it seemed to be helping his aunt, too. She seemed to be calming down and wasn’t sobbing as hard as she had been. ‘Ben do…do you think Dewey ...ight be right? Do you think it’s possible I’m…I’m…ah…frigid?’ his aunt asked. Startled Ben, wasn’t exactly sure how to reply to her question. This was way outside any knowledge he had. ‘Ah…no…I, ah, I…I really don’t know what that means,’ he stammered. ‘I’ve always thought you were, you know, attractive, though, Aunt Barb.’ He realized his voice. That's how Clint always was. He was a young doctor who graduated from all the degree fields early, incredibly brilliant, and needed to feel revered. Maggie was one of his med students, and they'd started "talking" while he was still married to his first wife. So none of this really should have come as a total shock. But I figured he'd have the presence of mind to hold himself together on their wedding day. For some reason she had confided in me about her frustrations with their engagement, his. Her left arm was next to her side and her right arm waved. Although she bore a shocking outward look, very deep inside there was care and compassion. ‘Come inside boy or you’ll catch your death out here.’ She glared out at me and smiled at last. It was thin and soft, but expressed enough, and all that was truly important, that it was a real smile. I looked up and assessed the house. It held a large arch that pressed over the door. It was carved with small vines and had a small tinge of green.. A father filed against his sorry ass for showing up at his son’s military funeral. The court basically said that the signs had words, therefore it was covered under freedom of speech.’ Ryan blinked. ‘I suppose I could go out there and say I’m going to kill each and every one of them—that’s covered by freedom of speech too, right?’ He sighed, and rolled his eyes. ‘Anything else?’ ‘Nothing important. Disbarred in 1977. Now a Midwest minister who runs his own church who wants to spread ‘God’s.