When I got to the kitchen, I gave 
Beth her kiss back and ate another     
great breakfast. I even compared it    
favorably with Darryl's gourmet feast  
from last night. She seemed pleased,   
but there was also something else      
there.                                 
     “What?” I asked her. “I know. It's
my week to cook, and you shouldn't have
to do it again...” I started.          
     “No, that's not it. I love cooking
for you,” she said, and then added,    
“It's just that sometimes, I find it so
hard to believe you could ever be so   
cruel as to do what you did. It's so   
off from who you are now, who I think  
you are, the guy I love.”              
     “I know,” I said and pushed my    
plate away. There was one more muffin  
left, but I was no longer hungry.      
*      “There isn't a day, that doesn't    
go by hon, that I don't ask myself the 
same thing. I miss Scratches, Beth, and
no matter what I do, or how many       
animals I help, I’ll never get her     
back. She’s gone forever, and it’s all 
my fault...”                           
     “That's one of the reasons why I  
love you, Sleepy Toes,” Beth said, and 
then pulled me out of the chair,       
“because it also bothers you.”         
     She helped me with my coat again, 
and this time I didn’t fight her. I    
didn’t even realize she was also pul-  
ling me towards the door, until she    
pushed me and slammed it in my face,   
again.                                 
     I opened the door, and once again,
there she was, waiting. She kissed me, 
and after catching my breath, I said,  
“We have to stop meeting like this.”   



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