Mildred, the church gossip, self appointed monitor of the
> > > church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's
> > > business. Several members did not approve of her extra
> > > curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
> > >
> > > She made a mistake, however, when she accused Henry, a new
> > > member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup
> > > parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon.
> > >
> > > She emphatically told Henry and several others that everyone
> > > seeing it there would know what he was doing.
> > >
> > > Henry, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and
> > > just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or
> > > deny. He said nothing.
> > >
> > > Later that evening, Henry quietly parked his pickup in front
> > > of Mildred's house . . . walked home . . . and left it there
> > > all night.
> > >
> > > You gotta love Henry . . .