As a few ladies sipped tea and described the many faults of an absent person, my grandmother twisted in her chair.
She heard Free Methodist preachers read John Wesley’s “The Cure of Evil Speaking” every year. The Book of Discipline required it.
She should speak up, but the lady under attack had so many bad points — really juicy ones — that Grandma could not think of anything good to say about her. Three times she opened her mouth and three times closed it again.
Finally Grandmother gave it a try. “I always thought she had the nicest teeth.”
The mouths stopped, the conversation turned, and Wesley winked.
PS – The picture is not my grandmother. Sorry. I can’t find one of her. But this story is really about my grandmother on my father’s side, Mrs. Sarah Alice Miller Parks.