Then, There Were None. Chapter 565.

I made a lady cry once because she was talking about her dead aunt after the aunt's funeral. She had her phone on speaker. People are annoying enough enough when they conduct a regular phone call, the kind where everyone has to overhear only half the conversation.

Ever Mr. Warmth, I went over and said, as politely as I could, "Can you take this outside? I am trying to read the Wall Street Journal. Nobody but you and whoever is on your phone is interested in this personal conversation."

I didn't learn that I had made her cry until the next time I saw her. She cried after I had left. I didn't see it myself. I missed it. That was day she and I met for the first time.

The lady and I are now tight friends. We are going to go to Mass together every Wednesday during Carnival. Carnival starts on January 6 and ends on Mardi Gras Day.

I asked Python Lady why she hadn't told me that I had made this lady cry. Python Lady said, "I knew you wouldn't care.” Python Lady knows me well. I still don't care. It all worked out.

The Aesthetician is dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl today. She has got the look well and she wears it well.

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