Ansel said, Shall I choose a different profession than playing piano in concerts?
The Lord said, No, just do this for a bit. Do one last concert and then ask me again and I'll tell you what to do.
Tricia looked like the French chanteuse Mirielle Mathieu when young, in case you were wondering.
She sat weaving at the loom, her eyes watching Ansel suspiciously through the frame of the loom as he in turn watched her while he ate a lemon.
Why are you watching me, Sir? she asked politely.
Finally he burst out, Oh Trish, when will we go out on a date?
Well, now we are at the ending of the story. Dr. Eg had been so successful at the radio station that they soon gave Ansel a job there too. He married a beautiful girl with good manners who could weave and they had lots of children and lived happily ever after.
The End
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