The Sinner of the Saints

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The boy was out beside the house, and he gave Paul a startled look and then came whooping across the lawn to be swung high. The yells brought Myrna out onto the front steps and she stood, smiling in that attractive way of hers, strangely shy, the way she always was when Paul came home from one of the road trips.

He held her close and a lot of the loneliness went out of him. Whatever happened, she was here. She had been here, right up through the farm clubs, right up to the top where now he was unable to fulfill the earlier promise.

He sat Sandy, the girl, on his shoulder and took Kip’s hand and followed Myrna into the house.

“You’re hungry,” Myrna said.

“Ate on the train, honey.”

“You kids run along,” she said. “You can climb all over your daddy later.”

They left obediently, with wistful backward looks.

Myrna regarded him with her quiet blue eyes. “I heard three of the games, saw one on TV, and read about the rest.”

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