So, remember a long time ago I wrote a post about a "conversation" that had occurred between me and a much younger guy? No? Don't remember and don't care? Let's just revisit it, shall we?
That post has nothing whatsoever to do with this fictional story:
One average, overcast Washington day, a Woman went to see her friend, the Young Man. The Young Man’s life had been thrown a curve or two and the Woman was there by his side to help ease him back into the day.
They talked, they shopped for groceries and the Woman fulfilled the Young Man’s need for human contact and kindness. The Young Man was beginning to feel better.
Returning to the Young Man’s home, the two began to unload groceries. While still at the car, a friend of the Young Man’s happened to drive by.
“Hey,” the friend greeted, “what are you doing today?”
“Stuff,” replied the Young Man.
The Woman’s back was turned, but nonetheless, the sneer in the friend’s voice—and the quick glance he must have shot her way—were unmistakable as he said to the Young Man, “Have fun doing 'stuff'.”
“Ha!” the Young Man’s laughter rang out, “I don’t THINK so!”