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stomach...”
    “Hell’s bells, sweetie pie. I got just the thing for
that.  Chamomile tea to calm the tummy ache, a few biscuits to sop up them
nasty digestive juices and you just might be feelin’ better.”
    “…and a few too many crimes for a county this size.”
    Doreen paused.  She looked her man in the eye and
could see that things were really bothering him.  She made an attempt to cheer
his obviously dampened spirits. 
    “Can’t do nothin’ ‘bout that crime wave, unless you
deputize me.  Say, that reminds me.  After we get hitched up am I automatically
made into a deputy by the law?  It seems I oughta’ be.  In fact there must be a
law regardin’ such things.”
    “There is.”
    “There is?”
    “It’s called the Zeb Hanks law.  It goes exactly like
this.  My wife can never have anything to do with anything about the law and
should a time come when she thinks she can, I am no longer to be considered her
dearly beloved husband.”
    “Hon, I’m sorry.  What’s botherin’ you?  I mean what’s
really chewin’ away at yer innards?”
    “Something Helen said to me this morning…”
    “Did she shoo you away from her desk agin’?”
    “Nothing like that. “
    “Snoopin’ in on yer private phone conversations?”
    “Always. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
    “Well, hell’s bells and buckets a blood spit it out
Zebulon Hanks.”
    “I am trying to.”
    “Well zip my lip,” Doe made the universal symbol of
someone zipping their lips shut.  Zeb rolled his eyes and smiled.
    “After we got the bomb threat Helen asked me, “What’s
wrong with people anyway?”   You know, I got to thinking about it.  It sure
seems like people are changing.  I mean we have had more car thefts, robberies,
petty theft and harassment in Safford in the last six months than in the last
two years.  Now with this bomb threat at the school--well--it just makes you
wonder where in the world things are headed.  Next thing you know people will
be thinking they have to lock their doors at night.  Already I see more and
more people locking up their cars just to run into the store for a couple of
things.”
    “Zeb darlin’, you’ve burned enough tread off yer tries
to know that bad luck comes in streaks.  It runs on the same kinda path that
good luck does.  It just happens to be one of them down times.  It’ll sure
enough change, always does, sure as the sun brightens the day and stars twinkle
in the night.”
    “I suppose you’re right.”
    “At times like this you just gotta grab onto the one
ya’ love and hold on tight.  I think that’s why the good Lord put me on the
planet.”
    Doreen slipped around the counter, twisted Zeb’s stool
around and plopped onto his lap.  She planted a huge, wet kiss on his lips
while running a pair of wildly caressing hands up and down his back, then
squeezed him enough to make the two of them one person.  Her movements caught
the ministers’ attention. 
    “This one’s for you preacher boys.”
    Doreen embarrassed Zeb by making a loud smacking sound
as she kissed him.  Her hand then gently pulled up her skirt just high enough
to reveal the better part of a creamy white thigh.
    “Doe, honey, you’re embarrassing me.”
    The buxom waitress leaned forward and whispered in her
man’s ear.
    “If I’d really wanted to embarrass you, I’d say
somethin’ about your breath.  It smells like the south end of donkey headin’
north.  I’m calling Doc Yackley.  Either you got a rotten tooth or the makings
of an ulcer.”
    “Oh, so now you’re a business woman, a detective, a dentist
and a doctor.”
    “A lick a horse sense is all it takes.  You might want
to take a lesson from that.  I probably’d make a pretty dang good doctor if
there weren’t no blood involved in it.”
    “How about that tea and biscuits…Doctor Doreen
Nightingale?”
    “Comin’ right atcha, one second after I ring up Doc
Yackley.  But doncha’ think for one