"Yes, Becky, I really want to know. Please..."
"Well, all right. Yes, 3 times..."
"Three? Well, when were they?" he asked.
"Well, Sam, remember when you were 35 years old and you really
wanted to start the business on your own and no bank would
give you a loan? Remember, then one day the bank president
himself came over the house and signed the loan papers,
no questions asked?"
"Oh, Becky, you did that for me! I respect you even more than ever,
to do such a thing for me. So, when was number 2?"
"Well, Sam, remember when you had that last heart attack and you
were needing that very tricky operation, and no surgeon would
touch you? Then remember how Dr. DeBakey came all the way up here,
to do the surgery himself, and then you were in good shape again?"
"I can't believe it! Becky, you should do such a thing for me,
to save my life. I couldn't have a more wonderful wife.
To do such a thing, you must really love me, Darling. I couldn't
be more moved. So, all right then, when was number 3?"
"Well, Sam, remember a few years ago, when you really wanted
to be president of the golf club and you were 17 votes short..?"
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