“This has better be good,” she said.
I thanked her for the
chance to explain myself, and continued. I was driving home on the highway when
I saw this young woman looking tired and bedraggled. I brought her home and made
her a meal from the roast chicken you had forgotten about in the fridge.
Seeing that she was bare-footed, I gave her your good
sandals which you had discarded because they had gone out of style.
She was cold so I gave her the sweater which I bought for
you for your birthday but you never wore because the colour didn't suit you.
And also seeing that her pants were torn, I gave her a pair
of your jeans, which were perfectly good, but too small for you now.
She was so grateful, and she thankfully hugged me. Then just as
she was about to leave, she asked, “Is there anything else, your wife doesn't
use anymore?”
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