And there are so few people in town, and I'm lonely at times.

I wish I liked bacon, since she is so good at grilling it; but I don't." The Honourable John Ruffin came several steps down the room wearing an air of the wildest amazement: "You don't like bacon ?" he cried in astounded tones.

"That explains everything.

I've always wondered about you.

Now I know.