And just like that it was gone. Funhole. Did she invent these words or did someone else do it for her? He cleared his throat and took a quick assessment of how much longer he'd be with his dinner before he could politely excuse himself.
Oh, come on. That was rude.
He looked back up. “I feel like we ought to find a good preacherman and have him try and preach a lesson or two into her. Isn't called Bible beating for nothing.” Okay, that also was rude. “Not that I ever condone striking a lady, mind. Just... preachermen have a way with words, is all.”