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“He’s a jerk,” I said, because subtlety is not my strong point.
“No. He loves me. He does.”
“He has a funny way of showing it.”
“Humans,” said Droolius, licking a sore on his leg. “You know how they can
be.”
“Do I ever.”
“But we gotta stay true. Love ’em. Forgive ’em.”
I thought about that. Thought about it a lot.
“Why, though?” I finally asked. “Why do we have to forgive them?”
Droolius looked shocked, then confused. As if I’d just asked why cheese
tastes good. It just does.
“That’s the way it is,” he said. “That’s what we do, Bob.”
I started to reply, but I managed to hold my tongue, which is not easy for me.
It’s a very long tongue with a mind of its own.
There was no point in making Droolius feel worse than he already did.
Later that morning, I found half a turkey sandwich. Gave the whole thing to
him.
Well, okay, I had a taste first. But still.