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"You're a really nice guy, Hector. You're going to make some lucky girl very happy one of these days."
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As brush-offs go, it was not unkind. There'd be no hard feelings. She'd go back to being Amy's somewhat older, slightly ditzy friend; I'd go back to being Amy's really-nice-guy housemate. Who lent a hand when one was needed and kindly tipped his hat when it was time to go.
Yep. That was me alright.
Gratefulness. Sincerity. Magnanimity. They always seem like a lot when you're the one dishing them out. They never seem that way when you're the one receiving.
I made her promise to be extra careful, especially on the stairs. I made her promise to call me if she needed anything, no matter how late. I told her I'd give her a call in the morning to check how she was doing. At the door, I gave her a little peck on the cheek.
It had started to rain again by the time I got to my car. They were still playing Christmas songs on the radio.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
- COMMENTS
WilCox49about 1 month agoHector, I just reread this after a couple of years, finding I didn't really remember it at all. It's still wonderful. (Reading my other comment, I realize the title is definitely part of why the ending was so unexpected.) At any rate, I wish you were still posting. Once again, thank you for a very short, sweet, and believable little story.
WilCox49over 2 years agoHector,
What a **nice** little story. The ending is, um, unexpected in view of where it's posted; but that only makes it nicer, since it's believable and it really fits. Thank you.
