Now I Know What I Did Wrong, And I Can Make It Right
“I can make everything better, now, I promise. I know what I did wrong.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“But… but I can change. Honest. I’ll always remember to put the toilet seat back down.”
“You putting the toilet seat down isn’t the issue.”
“I know… and I’ll always remember to lift the toilet seat up, first.”
“Not. The. Issue.”
“And I’ll cook at least three times a week. I haven’t been pulling my weight in the kitchen, and I know it bothers you.”
“Seriously, stop…”
“I shouldn’t have lied to cover up leaving the back gate open the other morning, and I’ve already put flyers up on every flat surface within two miles, and asked everybody I could find, and we will get Boots back. And Catticus.”
“It isn’t… wait, you did what?”
“I did, but I shouldn’t have…”
“But…”
“…and I will find them.”
“I… look, I’m not over the moon about you losing our pets, but all of those other things… they don’t bother me. They never have. I love you.”
“Then, why…?”
“You know why.”
“I really d…”
“You. Know. Why.”
“I… oh. It’s all the murders, isn’t it?”
“There you go!”
“Oh.”
Bit of a cheat that, Nick, just transcribing one of the conversations you have with G1 and changing a couple of the details. Couldn’t think up any fiction this week, eh?
Hey!
No, actually that’s fair.