Monk grumbled to himself as he started to pack.
"Mr. Monk," Natalie promised, "this won't be so bad. In fact I will bet you dollars to doughnuts that you will love it"
Monk shook his head.
"How does that happen anyway," he asked.
"How does what happen?"
"How do dollars turn into doughnuts? I mean, dollars are dollars and doughnuts are doughnuts. They can't change I don't think. They're not magical or anything"
"Mr. Monk it's an expression. You like doughnuts right?"
He looked at her strangely.
"Sure I like doughnuts," he said, "But that's not because I was a cop if that's what you're thinking. I've known cops who didn't like doughnuts at all."
"I'm sure there are," Natalie replied.
"Anyway I bet you d- I bet you that you love it"
"What makes you say that? What good could possibly come out of a social skills conference?"
Natalie smiled.
"Think… something that happened before minus the bad stuff that came along with it," she said
Once again he looked at her strangely.
"Even minus the bad stuff it wouldn't be good. It means change"
"I know," Natalie replied, "You don't like change"
"Oh I don't mind change," Monk said, "I just don't like to be there when it happens"
Natalie laughed.
"Well things are supposed to be a certain way and that's the way I'm used to it being. I don't like change because it means something isn't the way I'm used to"
"There'll be a section on cleaning," Natalie said.
"Okay now I want to go," Monk replied.