Three times no thanks

I first met Mr. Sis when I took my shoes in to get them half-soled.

Sims had the local shoe repair shop in Palouse.

His daughter Delores was in my class at school and a close friend of mine. Not of the dating kind of friend, just a friend.

Mr. Sims visited with me for quite a while, which surprised me, but I thought it was probably because Delores knew me.

When I returned to pick up my shoes, he t...