The Better Angels of our Nature

I ran into Rosa as I was down at the convenience store this morning. She was buying a pack of cigarettes. I spent my last two dollars in change on a small pack of cigars. It is going to be a lean rest of the month. She followed me outside and walked with me for a ways.

“What are you doing today?” She asked.

“I am supposed to be in Birmingham,” I replied. “At my sister’s house.”
“My father came over this morning to check my fridge for beer,” I then said as I grinned as we walked past the car wash.

Rosa smiled and laughed.

“You are thirty four years old,” She said. “That is just silly.”
“Why didn’t you go?”

“I had an anxiety attack,” I said. “I couldn’t deal with all the social aspects of the trip.”

Rosa put her arm in my arm as we walked.

“My father came over this morning to check my fridge for beer,” I then said as I grinned as we walked past the car wash.

Rosa smiled and laughed.

“You are thirty four years old,” She said. “That is just silly.”

“I know,” I said. “I told you he could be overbearing. He just worries about me. You saw how I was when I was drunk. It is crazy times ten.”

“Hey, we had fun,” She then exclaimed.

I didn’t say anything in return. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings about us sleeping together. It certainly wasn’t fun for me. I barely remember it.

“Come on,” Rosa said. “Let’s go get some breakfast. My treat.”

“Sounds like a wonderful idea,” I said. “I am broke after buying those cigars.”

I and Rosa walked over to a local restaurant and ate breakfast and continued our conversation. Her kindness shown towards me this morning was heartwarming. I got to experience the better angels of our nature.