“But it is necessary to dust just the same.”
“Just as one prays when there isn’t anything to pray about,” he suggested.
“Or talks when there isn’t anything to talk about,” she answered.
Whereupon he promptly stood aside and allowed her to pass.
At the door she turned.
“I didn’t mean that,” she apologized. “I’d stay if—”
He moved towards her. She ran upstairs.
It seemed an eternity before she appeared again. He hurried to the door.
“Alaska has a population of thirty-five thousand white people,” he announced. “There are a lot of us up there.”
She was armed with a feather duster.