like me (I am ashamed to admit). Seeing Marilyn, I called out, “Hello, Marilyn. How are you?” and then quickly returned to the conversation with my colleague in the hope that she would realize I was busy and not intrude. But that was not to be. Suddenly I was aware that Marilyn was approaching, in fact, inserting herself between me and my conversation partner. Looking up at me—she was a very short woman—she said in her slow, medicated, and monotone voice, “Pastor Mac, you say, ‘Hello, Marilyn. How