I returned to my buggy and climbed in as I
looked at my watch and was surprised to find that it was 8:00 p.m. It had been
an eventful day. I figured Melissa would be at home by now, so I pointed the
Buggy in that direction. I pulled into the driveway and parked, walked in the
front door, and heard banging and clattering noises coming from the kitchen.
This worried me a little, as there were a lot of sharp knives in there.
“Drew, is that you?” Mel called out.
“No, I’m just your friendly neighborhood Martian
burglar—don’t mind me, I won’t be long. You don’t have a lot worth stealing.”
She came into the hallway, thankfully not
carrying any sharp knives, and gave me a hug and a kiss. Then she said over her
shoulder as she went back to the kitchen,
“Make me a drink, please. I’ll be back in a
minute.”
So I made her a drink, and she was back in a
minute.
“Sorry, it may be a little strong on the rum
bit,” I said as she sat down and tasted it.
“No, it’s OK. Now, I have a bone to pick
with you.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t discuss this
mission with you first, but it all happened so fast that I didn’t get a
chance.”
“Yeah, I understand that, but were you going
to ask me to come with you?”
“You want to come with me?”
“I’d like to be asked!”
“I think, in the overall scheme of the
conversation, I sort of just did.”
“What, just like that? No macho,
fighter-jock speeches about the danger involved and how you wouldn’t be able to
concentrate on the mission at hand unless you knew that I was safely back
here?”
“No. I know you couldn’t live without me if
something were to happen to me on this mission, so I may as well take you with
me.”
“How romantic you are, as usual,” she said
with a smirk.
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