But I removed such thoughts from my head, and walked back out with a forced scowl on my face.But I removed such thoughts from my head, and walked back out with a forced scowl on my face. When I came back out, Mickie was unabashedly looking at the lump under the towel. I had a hard time keeping that scowl on my face, as I could hardly blame her for her interests. When I asked her what was so important, she practically screamed. "Today's the day of The Big Math Test!" She obviously couldn't believe that I had forgotten such a thing. But I had, and my shock was quite obvious to her. She forgave me immediately, judging by her expression. I bent over and scooped her into my arms, hugging her hard. "Good luck, Michelle! Give'em hell!" She hugged me back, and she broke into one of her famous ear-to-ear grins. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, "I hope I do well! I'm so tired of doing lousy at math. But you helped me so much, Steve, that I'm probably gonna get an A!" I laughed, and rubbed her hair as I put her down. "You will, Mickie. I'm sure you will. But you've got to get to school. It's getting late." She looked at her watch, and panicked. She grabbed her books, and ran out the door faster than she had come in. I shouted another "Good luck!" as she tore off down the hall. When I got home from work that day, Mickie had torn my kitchen apart preparing dinner for me. I was quite surprised, not at her being there, but at the mess. She had cooked for me before, but the devastation.... "Mickie! What the hell are you doing to my kitchen?!?" I guess that I had yelled a little too loud, for Mickie almost broke into tears. I felt terrible immediately, and pulled her into my arms and gave her a hug. "Sorry, Mickie. |