A sap or saint?

I’m calling her a friend. A woman I know. Maybe not all that well. More or less from a distance. Wish I knew her better. But the thing is, we don’t speak the same language. That’s a handicap. For both of us. We’re different nationalities.  Anyway, I’m trying to decide whether she’s a saint or a sap. She’s got marital problems. Because of repeated indiscretions by her husband. But she’s the forgiving sort. Gives him one chance after another. Almost seems unbelievable. Most women wouldn’t put up with it. They would have written him off long ago. Maybe she’s displaying the attributes of a saint. Unconditional love. But others might say she’s a sap. A stupid person who can be easily tricked or persuaded. I flit back and forth between calling her saint and sap. I like to give my friends the benefit of doubt. So for the moment, she’s a saint. A very rare woman. She’s giving the guy still another chance. If it doesn’t work this time, she’s a sap.  –Jim Broede