Picture it: A retired widower moves down from Philadelphia. He buys a nice house, and starts attending the local KH.
Pretty soon, single, lonely ladies are almost fighting for his attention. One particularly pushy married lady from a celebrated JW family taps him for her niece who, divorced with several kids and a deadbeat ex-husband, is in dire straits.
Those two descend on the widower and deluge him with home-cooked meals, home decor advice, etc. He goes along with it, never losing his gentlemanly demeanor. Niece begins to drop hints that a wedding will soon be taking place. The family acts as if they own the man.
Well, the widower puts a stop to this. The visits to his home by aunt and niece cease abruptly, and the humiliated niece switches to another congregation. The unflappable widower sits on his porch, smiling benignly and offering cool drinks and WT literature to passersby.
My JW sister told me this story. It did both our hearts good because neither of us cares for the celebrated JW family.
Sylvia