Fawlty Showers 2

Granted

When I got home, Dr. Deb was in the kitchen, making her lunch for the next day. I hugged her tight, holding her a long moment, and then another.

“Sad meeting?” she asked.

“Not really,” I said.

“Feeling guilty about something?”

“Wouldn’t admit it if I was.”

Dr. Deb said, “Weasel. Are you just letting me know you love me?”

I shrugged. “Eh, maybe, I guess you’re alright.”

She poked me in the chest with two fingers. I laughed.

“I wanted to let you know I never take you for granted,” I said. She hugged me. “Thought I’d tell you when times were good. I didn’t want you to think I was just saying it because I needed something.”

“Like my forgiveness for whatever you’re feeling guilty about?” she said, pretending to be suspicious.

I snorted and smiled. “You got me. The body’s buried in back. I need you to tell the police I was with you all night.”

Today I make sure someone knows I don’t take them for granted.

 

Fawlty Showers II is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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