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Ray refused it and died. Now Rucker was tense with the possibility that his life was in danger of being touched again by the unrealistic cult.
    Fifteen minutes after getting directions from Rebecca, he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. She was intently reading the
Monitor
. Was that a whispered “amen” he heard from the back seat? He dared not think the unthinkable, that Opal was a member of the cult. No, that couldn’t be. She would have mentioned it long ago on the telephone.
    Rucker’s palms were damp when he pulled the Packard in front of the Lenskis’ well-kept two-story brownstone. Jesus Christ! He needed a drink.
    Shortly, he was settled into a guest bedroom on the second floor of the grand old Lenski house. He took a belt of 100-proof vodka from a fifth before he unpacked his luggage. He couldn’t risk the odor of his favorite Cutty Sark with Opal around.
    He felt better, but his peace of mind was threatened by the possibility that Opal was a Christian Scientist.
    He went into a bathroom adjoining the bright blue-and-white bedroom to gargle a mouthwash and take a shower. He heard Opal purr sweetly, “May I join you, Ruck?”
    He boomed out, “Yes, you may! Yes, you may!” with a fair Gordon MacRae imitation. She stepped in and pressed herself against him. They kissed passionately beneath the jet stream. She stooped and lifted his glistening sex works in her palm. “Gorgeous, I’ve missed you so,” she cooed as she smooched his penis.
    After their shower, Rucker carried her to his bed. He felt the giddy excitement of his amorous youth as she straddled him with her fragrant heat. She volleyed his face with suckling kisses. He embraced her and wondered again if she was a Christian Scientist. He loved her, but he couldn’t ask her to marry him if she was. What if she got sick after they married? He couldn’t face losing her for lack of medical attention.
    “Oh, Ruck, I’m so totally hot!” she whispered. She rubbed his crotch with her bulging bush. He decided to postpone the big question and make love. They did, passionately. Afterward, he lay caressing her back. Finally, he said tenderly, “Dear, let’s talk for a moment about something very important to us. Okay?”
    “Sure, Ruck,” she whispered. She lay within the circle of his left arm.
    “Well, I’m going to be direct. Are you a Christian Science member?” he asked softly.
    “Yes. I’ve been a member for about a month. Why?” she said as she scooted free of his arm to lie on her side, facing him.
    Their eyes locked together. He dry-swallowed. Christ! Her dark-brown eyes were so beautiful. “I am aware that everyone has the right of religious choice,” he said raggedly. He sighed deeply. “Opal, your answer disturbs me more than you can imagine.”
    She frowned. “Disturbs you? Ruck, I can’t understand that.”
    He reached to stroke her hair. She moved her head away. He said stoutly, “I know firsthand about your religion’s rejection of medical help for sick members, for even the sick babies of members.” His jaw set in a hard line as she studied him in a long silence. He continued in an edgy voice. “Opal, I will never understand your religion’s reliance on a so-called lay practitioner for sick people who require professional medical attention. It’s unreasonable. It’s almost crim—”
    In the manner of a mother stifling the protest of a child, she pressed a palm against his mouth. “Darling, please, let’s don’t quarrel. We are having dinner downstairs this evening with Brother Jenkins, a practitioner. Perhaps through him you will become more informed, and then you might have a change of attitude. Fair enough?” She stood beside the side of the bed, studying him with radiant eyes. He shrugged and smiled. “We will see.” She leaned and kissed him before she went to her bedroom, on the other side of the bathroom.
    Rucker immediately started to hit the vodka to relieve his tension. At eight-fifteen, he went