Never in their life together had they been able to open these deep, sacred chambers in their souls to each other's gaze.

For some moments he remained thus, then lifting up his face, he kissed her again and again, her forehead, her eyes, her lips.

Then rising to his feet, he stood with his usual smile about his lips.

"You always beat me.

But will you not think this all over again carefully, and we will do what you say?
But will you promise, Mother, to think it over again and look at my side of it too ?" "Yes, Larry, I promise," said his mother.