User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20180218051709/@comment-28358106-20180303061752

Her suppressed expression turning into a full-lipped smile, Lucida slowly raises two of her hands, then slowly extends two of her index fingers.

"You never said how many you wanted," she whispers. "One finger, or two?  And besides, how do you know what an index finger is?  After all, it's not as if everybody can name a thorax, or a probiscis, can they?  I'd hardly call that fair."

She is of course teasing, meaning no harm, but hoping to surprise the little fellow.

"I'd call that a fairly narrow definition," Thomas says, adjusting his seat and looking serious. "I won't ask, because the details sound...unpleasant.  But regardless, if your husband is truly on the path he is now, out of the sincerity of his being, then who am I to judge?"

Antoinette nods vigorously. "Yes, it is the struggle of the soul that counts.  One must always question one's walk, and if Monsieur Jester's steps are true, and this I do not doubt, then he will be both worth and worthy.  Do not worry for our thinking different of him, madame."