*I don't have much to say, this is a double chapter*
-That afternoon-
Michael came to visit. He's such a dear. He didn't even mention my lack of showering and deodorant application.
He brought my homework. He tried to help me, but I just wasn't interested.
He also wanted to know if I wanted to help him grocery shop. Because Maya is off sick, that is his chore.
At first I thought it would take my mind off it, trying to persuade him not to buy any meats or obviously (yet un-labeled) genetically modified foods.
Grocery shopping is fun. All we ever do here at the loft is order out.
But then I remembered.
In grade two, we went for a tour of the grocery store for a filed trip. Outside the Grocery store were a box of kittens, and an old, old man trying to sell them. That sent me in a inundation of tears.
Tina came to visit, too. She said she had some important news, but I didn't feel like listening.
-That Night-
Michael has been calling and calling. He sent a dozen yellow roses to my house. He has offered to do my homework for me, so I don't have to worry about it.
Trust me Michael, I'm not worrying about no homework.
It also happens to be Friday. I turned on Lilly Tells it like it is. It's the one where we went around the Village and video taped un-seen acts of goodness that today's urban youth have been doing.
It took my mind off Fat Louie. For once in four days, I wasn't worrying about him.
But now I am.
-The next DAY!!!-
Michael is my GOD.
He's single handedly saving Fat Louie's life.
Okay, here's how it went.
My Mom woke me up this morning. She said I had to get up, shower (she put an emphasis on that) and go for a walk. She said I needed the exercise. I was too sad, so she had Mr. G. (FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK; I DON'T TAKE ALGEBRA ANY MORE, SO FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK!!!!)
He picked me up, and locked me in the bathroom. I took a shower, found a fairly un-wrinkled blouse, and ate breakfast.
Lilly came over, and took me out for a walk. I was feeling only a little bit better, then.
She told me something that I thought I was going to cry about.
She said Pavlov was in the Animal Hospital. He'd gotten of leash yesterday and was hit by a car.
But she said he was fine. She mentioned something about him having to stay the night last night.
I immediately suggested we go down there. Which, we did.
When we did, I had the biggest surprise of my life.
Michael was holding Fat Louie. Fat Louie was not hooked up to any machines anymore.
"They found a match late last night. A poodle with a very bad arthritic hip was put down."
He said, with a smile.
I was speechless. Not for the first time in my life. But still, I was speechless.
He passed Fat Louie to me. "Careful, he's still got stitches."
I hugged Fat Louie and burrowed my nose into his warm, soft fur.
"But, don't they have to have my permission? Doesn't somebody have to say yes to the operation??"
Then it hit me.
Grandmere. She said yes.
"Come on Mia," Lilly said, "Let's go home."
And we did, in a Limo outside with a kennel in it.
-That afternoon-
Michael came to visit. He's such a dear. He didn't even mention my lack of showering and deodorant application.
He brought my homework. He tried to help me, but I just wasn't interested.
He also wanted to know if I wanted to help him grocery shop. Because Maya is off sick, that is his chore.
At first I thought it would take my mind off it, trying to persuade him not to buy any meats or obviously (yet un-labeled) genetically modified foods.
Grocery shopping is fun. All we ever do here at the loft is order out.
But then I remembered.
In grade two, we went for a tour of the grocery store for a filed trip. Outside the Grocery store were a box of kittens, and an old, old man trying to sell them. That sent me in a inundation of tears.
Tina came to visit, too. She said she had some important news, but I didn't feel like listening.
-That Night-
Michael has been calling and calling. He sent a dozen yellow roses to my house. He has offered to do my homework for me, so I don't have to worry about it.
Trust me Michael, I'm not worrying about no homework.
It also happens to be Friday. I turned on Lilly Tells it like it is. It's the one where we went around the Village and video taped un-seen acts of goodness that today's urban youth have been doing.
It took my mind off Fat Louie. For once in four days, I wasn't worrying about him.
But now I am.
-The next DAY!!!-
Michael is my GOD.
He's single handedly saving Fat Louie's life.
Okay, here's how it went.
My Mom woke me up this morning. She said I had to get up, shower (she put an emphasis on that) and go for a walk. She said I needed the exercise. I was too sad, so she had Mr. G. (FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK; I DON'T TAKE ALGEBRA ANY MORE, SO FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK, FRANK!!!!)
He picked me up, and locked me in the bathroom. I took a shower, found a fairly un-wrinkled blouse, and ate breakfast.
Lilly came over, and took me out for a walk. I was feeling only a little bit better, then.
She told me something that I thought I was going to cry about.
She said Pavlov was in the Animal Hospital. He'd gotten of leash yesterday and was hit by a car.
But she said he was fine. She mentioned something about him having to stay the night last night.
I immediately suggested we go down there. Which, we did.
When we did, I had the biggest surprise of my life.
Michael was holding Fat Louie. Fat Louie was not hooked up to any machines anymore.
"They found a match late last night. A poodle with a very bad arthritic hip was put down."
He said, with a smile.
I was speechless. Not for the first time in my life. But still, I was speechless.
He passed Fat Louie to me. "Careful, he's still got stitches."
I hugged Fat Louie and burrowed my nose into his warm, soft fur.
"But, don't they have to have my permission? Doesn't somebody have to say yes to the operation??"
Then it hit me.
Grandmere. She said yes.
"Come on Mia," Lilly said, "Let's go home."
And we did, in a Limo outside with a kennel in it.