My question may have been posed with innocence, but Amy understood the sentiment behind it, and took offense.My question may have been posed with innocence, but Amy understood the sentiment behind it, and took offense. We argued in the car, my false apologies ringing against her fallacious arguments. I slept on the floor that night, because she was too drunk to drive home. For the first time all night I got her to do something that I wanted her to. She crawled into my bed, mumbled, "Aren't you going to bed?", and fell asleep. Anyway, we didn't see each other for a few weeks after that, but she would still call me and we would talk in generalities, avoiding the issue between us. As the days went on, it became less and less of an issue. Her birthday approached, and we talked briefly about it. Amy mentioned that she didn't know what she was going to do for it, since it wasn't on a weekend, and everybody she knew seemed busy. I heard the tinge of depression in her voice; and being the close friend that I was, resolved to do something about it. I came up with the treasure hunt idea, and invited her over. Which brings me to the present. I needed another early morning ride, to the train station this time for my Christmas trip to visit family. Taxi service is expensive, and not necessarily reliable at that time of the day. All of my friends had to work that day, because it was Monday. All of them except Amy. She actually asked how I was going to get to the station, then cheerfully volunteered. "I can spend the night, and take you down there. I'll even watch your apartment while you're gone, because I still have the spare keys. That way, you don't need to go through the hassle of getting a cab that early." I accepted her generous offer (anybody willing to get up at five for that reason is generous), and waited impatiently for the departure day. She called me the Saturday before I was to leave. "Ummm, I'm not eager about getting up that early on Monday. |