Betsy liked to talk. Her father always said she got it from her mother, and her mother always said she got it from her father. But whomever she got it from she was certainly a...

Betsy did not answer. She was a talker, her family always said, but sometimes when she most wanted to talk she couldn’t say a word.

I’m not a talker. I’m a formulator.

I pledge to you I’m not a talker. I’m a doer.

When the word is heard consult the source, and beware the messenger.