“Now, Jason....”
“All right, but how old are they?”
“Four months ... nearly five.”
“I must say that Philip took ’is time about it. Married five years.... Well, we didn’t waste any time, did we, Em.”
“Jason!”
She hated him when he was vulgar. She decided not to go into the reasons why Philip and Naomi had been married four years without children, because it was a thing which Jason wouldn’t understand—sacrificing the chance of children to devote yourself to God. There was nothing spiritual about Jason. It was one of his countless faults.
“But who did ’e marry, Em? You haven’t told me.”
“Her name was Naomi Potts. You wouldn’t know who she was. Her people were missionaries, and she was a missionary too.”
“Oh, my God!”
“I won’t have you blaspheming.”