She does not need to speak. She does not need to check the YES or NO boxes on my note. If she merely blinks, I will understand. If she wrinkles her nose, the import of her nose wrinkle will not be lost on me. In fact, so total is my concentration in that moment of grand suspense I am absolutely positive that there is nothing that Glory Hallelujah can do, no reaction that she can give off, that I will not immediately and fully understand.
I would stake my life on it.
But what she does do is this. She folds my note back up. Without looking at me─without even an eye blink or a nose wrinkle─she raises it to her lips. For one wild instant I think that she is going to kiss it. But then her lovely lips, like twin rosebud petals in spring sunlight, spread themselves open.
Her pearly teeth part.
She eats my note.