Mr. Mathis

"Dear, did I tell you how I met my husband?"

(yes.  a thousand times)

"No, how did you meet?"

(ugh)

(not again)

"Well, I was going to a-"

(church picnic)

"-church picnic with my friend-"

(Betsy)

"-umm... Let's see, what was her name again?"

(Betsy)

"Betsy!  Yes, Betsy and I went to the church picnic at Grace Brethren.  My husband, he wasn't even a member of the congregation at that time.  He was actually the-"

(new minister)

"-new minister!  Can you believe it?  He was such a lovely young man, quiet and intelligent.  He had a way of putting people-"

(at ease)

"-in the ground."

(what?)

"Pardon, Mrs. Mathis?  Did you mean at ease?  He put people at ease?"

"Oh, no, dear, I'm quite sure I was right this time.  In the ground.  Where the little girl was."

(little girl?  there's never been a little girl in this story before)

"You mean... When Mr. Mathis performed funeral rites?  Like, at the cemetery?"

"Yes, at the cemetery! That's what I mean.  He put her there.  Anyway, he had a way of putting people at ease-"

(little girl)

"Excuse me, Mrs. Mathis, I'm sorry to interrupt but who was the little girl?  Did you say Mr. Mathis himself put her in the ground?"

"Little girl? My niece Susie?  She's hardly a little girl any more, I think!"

"No, not Susan, Mrs. Mathis, we saw her on Tuesday, remember?  What little girl did your husband put in the ground?  In the cemetery?"

"The other one, though, she never did grow up.  Mr. Mathis saw to that."

"Wait, what do you mean he saw to that?  I'm not sure I'm following you Mrs. Mathis..."

"Dear, did I tell you how I met my husband?"