As Joe entered the store, John was leaving. Joe spoke pleasantly, but John looked the other way, and pretended not to hear. John thought, "I guess that will show him his place." Joe thought, "Poor John, seems so distracted these days. He must be worried about something."

As John walked toward the bank, Joe started across the street. John turned about abruptly, and went into the drug store instead. He thought, "I'll not do business in the same building with that Joe." Joe thought, "I believe John is ill. He did look a bit pale."

So Joe skipped the bank, and started into the drug store. John saw him coming, and feeling trapped, he turned his head stiffly to one side, pushed his nose high into the air, and walked out to his car. He thought, "This will burn him to a crisp."

But as John fumbled for the door handle, Joe sprang forward and opened the car for him. "Sorry to learn you have that crick in your neck," he said. "I'll be happy to drive you home if you wish."

That night John rolled and tumbled fitfully. He even felt sick:

JOE SLEPT WELL, THANK YOU.

Truth Magazine VII: 6, pp. 17
March 1963