Michael Malone - Weebly

"I," he mumbled, "have heart trouble myself." Mrs.
Haig's head jerked back as if he had slapped her. For
Mr. Smalter hurt her enough already simply by the fact
that he was occasionally grinned at by another customer
as he stood with his packages at the post office counter
and raised them up for her to reach over, take them,
and relieve him of their weight. That should be a fair
share of suffering.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She felt she had to offer him
something, some knowledge to match his. "I just found
this out, about my problem, a few weeks ago."
"Ah, well, I've known for years," said the
pharmacist.
As soon as the sun went down, but not before, it
began to rain on Dingley Falls. The Ransoms' first guest
arrived at 7:55. Jonathan Fields escorted the rector,
Father Highwick, up the walk under an umbrella. Fields
himself had not been invited. In any case, he had a call
to pay on Miss Ramona Dingley, an elderly shut-in
imprecisely known in the town as Sammy Smalter's
aunt. (They were second cousins.)
"Tell poor, dear Ramona to keep up her spirits," the