She thought again, with an air of encroaching panic. These were obviously questions that had never penetrated her skull. Her partner came to her rescue. “We had a couple of low moments in the early phases,” he said, “but we put our faith in the Lord and His will prevailed.” “Praise Jesus,” whispered the girl, almost inaudibly. “Ah,” I said, and made a mental note to lock my door when I went to bed. “And God bless Allah for the mashed potatoes!” said Katz happily and reached for the bowl for the third time.
