"Douglass!" She smiled and colored, and it was the smile of endearment, a woman letting herself be amused by boyish antics. Barry was astounded. Then it hit him. Mrs. Wheeler wasn't 50, she was 34! Or maybe he was just old now.
  Doug continued. "But I mean, he made wine for the wedding bash when the band didn't show-and he loved the sinners, so that's the pot heads, right, Mrs. Wheeler?"
  "Well, Spicole, that doesn't mean he would commit the sin." As she stepped nearer to his desk, she rose on the tips of her sensible walking pumps slightly.