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nodded. “Makes you wonder how often he’s tried to pinch Amelia Grundler’s fanny.”
    “Good God, Amos, are you trying to ruin my day, putting an image like that in my head.”
    He agreed. “It surely is more horror movie than porn flick.”
    Scott chuckled. “As long as I don’t have to see it, that old coot is welcome to all the old maids he can manhandle. I just hope that this one is not as sour as what we already have.”
    Amos was thoughtful for a moment. “No, she doesn’t seem sour. She’s cheerful, enthusiastic. And she’s actually kind of cute.”
    “Really?”
    Scott thought it was probably a very good sign that Amos could even notice the level of a woman’s attractiveness.
    “I’m not saying she’s some stunner,” he clarified. “Nice features, nice figure. She’s nice-looking. Pretty enough to fit in with the other women. But not so pretty that they’d begin to worry about their husbands.”
    Scott grinned. “The perfect balance, then?”
    “Maybe so. She may be just right for us. She seemed very matter-of-fact. And she was able to roll with the strangeness of James.”
    “Did you try to explain him to her?”
    “There is no explanation for James,” Amos answered. “If Amelia Grundler doesn’t run her off,” Amos concluded, “she just might make a go of it.”
    “Good,” Scott said. “We can always use another pretty woman in town. Even one determined to look like an old maid.”
    Amos made a huff of disbelief and shook his head. “We have at least our share in this little burg,” he said. “A single guy like you ought to notice that.”
    Scott shook his head. “I’m married to the store,” he answered.
    “That’s total bull,” Amos answered. “The right woman could make this town a heaven on earth.”
    “Does that mean the wrong woman could make it hell?”
    Amos shrugged. “Didn’t you already marry the wrong woman? You tell me.”
    “Maybe that’s my problem,” Scott said with a laugh. “Once burned, twice shy.”
    “It was the luck of the draw,” Amos assured him. “You’re older, wiser now. And the test driving can be important...as well as entertaining.”
    “ Test driving wasn’t that much of a help last time,” Scott pointed out. “And I’m not sure how well this town would tolerate a lot of test driving among the populace.”
    Amos managed a genuine smile at that. “Couldn’t you try to stir up a scandal,” he suggested. “I’d see it as a personal favor. Otherwise the talk this summer will be nothing but wheat, wheat, wheat.”
    Scott grinned. “Todd Philpot was in here late yesterday on his way back from the elevator. His moisture content tested at twenty-two.”
    Amos nodded. Moisture content, the amount of water held within the grain was the scientific determinant for harvesting time. So many factors affected it and none of them were within the farmer’s control.
    “It’s pretty dry out there this morning,” Amos said. “But I saw some clouds bunching up out to the west. They’ll bring in humidity if nothing else.”
    “And if they don’t,” Scott pointed out, teasing, “it’ll be nothing but wheat, wheat, wheat.”
    “Now you’re plainly being mean.”
    Scott laughed.
    “I honestly look forward to the harvest,” Amos said. “I simply prefer doing the work over talking about it.” He finished his cup and stood to leave. “Speaking of work, that’s my cue. I need to be in Hadeston by ten, so I’d better get on the road.”
    “Hmm, the road to Hadeston. Talk about your wheat, wheat, wheat.”

129.9 Origin and Destiny of Individual Souls
    V ivian Sanderson walked across the cemetery with the new librarian’s dog trailing on a leash. She was pretty sure that dog walking wasn’t allowed, but this was the only place she wanted to walk. And she figured if somebody called her on it, she could drag out her best “ditz” persona and claim total ignorance. She was utilizing “ditz” a lot lately. A fact her husband,