At Least They're Committed

“Hey!”

“Hey! How’s it going? Nice of you to stop by.”

“So quiet around here, figured I’d come down.”

“Aw, thanks for thinking of me.”

“Well, it’s you who’ve been thinking of me . . . a lot . . . you’ve been rather chatty.”

Sigh. “Yes. Between my poor Dez pulling scalding mac and cheese onto his arm, D losing key parts to the lawn mower while trying to fix it, his ridiculous job issues, paying $500 a month for DS’s student loans and him with no degree, the dogs fighting this morning, taxes, one of my besties essentially getting demoted and docked $10 grand a year, another needing to find a new place to live within the next two weeks, worrying about someone who has never in the slightest asked me to care and, of course, shingles and sleepless nights, I guess I’ve been talking to you a lot.”

“So, I’m here.”

“So, thank you … soooo any chance you can tell me how this will all turn out?”

“Those are their stories, not yours. I can, however, tell you that you need to have a little faith.”

“I have a little faith.”

“All right, have a little more faith.”

“If I do, what happens then?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t need faith, would you?” He shrugs, winks, smiles and disappears.

Tease.