"We won't have any more divorce people here, will we, Bill?"
"Then you will have to close up," was his answer.
"I want to close up, Bill." Her voice was full of deep tenderness. "I want to have a home again."
"All right," Bill said, getting up from the chair. Display of affection always embarrassed him. His attitude amused and at the same time hurt Mrs. Jones, so she changed her subject to one that she felt might interest him.
"We are all going to have some supper soon, Bill. I have been cooking it," she said.
Bill patted her tenderly on the hand. "Mother, I found out one thing when I was at the Home. I found that you were a good cook."
She smiled happily, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Bill looked at her a moment in surprise; then he laughed.
A shadow crossed her face and she gazed into his eyes. "You don't mind my doing that, do you, Bill?" she asked.
There was a pause for a moment. Bill shifted awkwardly from side to side as he stood up.
"No, I guess I don't," he said.