24so he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip thetipof his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.'
"I'm sorry," she whispered, nibbling nervously onthe very tipof her tongue. "I... Looking back, this is definitely not the way that I... that is... I didn't - don't - want to hurt you, but I..."