Wednesday, October 16, 2019. 6:41 PM.
“April & August In Dialogue”
August: “April, I’d like to admit something.”
April: “What is it, August?”
August: “I think maybe I’m something like Eliza Doolittle, the main character in My Fair Lady.”
April: “How are you like her, August?”
August: “I think maybe I need some refinement of my social graces.”
April: “What kind of refinement, August?”
August: “I’m not sure about how to describe it, really; but, anyway, there must be some reasons why I’m nearly 68 and never got married. I guess there’s something wrong with me. Maybe more than one thing.”
April: “What do you think is wrong with you?”
August: “I guess I’d rather leave the estimations about that to someone else.”
April: “Why, August?”
August: “Well, maybe it’s something like going to the barber. Back in the day when I had enough hair for a barber to cut, I just went to his shop and waited for my turn and when he finally looked at me I knew it was my turn and I just sat in the chair and let him do the barbering. I didn’t have to tell him much.”
April: “So you want someone to just estimate what needs to be done and do it?”
August: “Well, sort of.”
April: “What does that mean, August?”
August: “I don’t know exactly; but, I’m thinking about something Jesus said.”
April: “What did Jesus say?”
August: “He said, ‘I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.’” -John 15:1, 2. NIV.
April: “And if you had enough hair for a haircut today, what would you do about it?”
August: “I’d go to London to find Eliza Doolittle.”
April: “And if you found her, what would you say?”
August: “Maybe I couldn’t even say anything to her; but just give her a big box of chocolates.”
April: “And then what?”
August: “Well, maybe she’d be so happy she’d start singing a song like: “I Could Have Danced All Night.”
April: “Would you really go all the way to London looking for my fair lady?”
August: “I couldn’t do it. I guess it’s just a fantasy.”
April: “August, if you buy me a box of chocolates, I believe I could trim your hedges.”
August: “OK April. I’ll buy a box of chocolates for you. And after you trim my hedges, April, would you teach me how to dance with you?”
April: “Yes, August. I’ll teach you how to dance, too.”
August: “I have something else to confess.”
April: “What is it, August?”
August: “When I see Eliza Doolittle dancing and someone puts his hand on her waist as he dances with her . . . it really does look so loverly. I imagine I would just cry if I did that with her, if I put my hand on her loverly lady’s waist.”
April: “Why August? Why wouldn’t you just be happy to dance with her?”
August: “I don’t know, April.”
April: “Well, maybe while your hedges are being trimmed that mystery will be unraveled.”
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