“Anyway,” said Aly, “Roland is planning a big testimonial for you in a few weeks at the Empire Club.”
“Oh no,” said Tucker. “I hate those things. What is it with these French Canadians? Can’t you just tell him I’d rather keep it all quiet?”
“Sorry Tuck,” said Aly, “it’s already in today’s paper, under the headline ‘City to fete Bromley.’ Come on, Tucker. It’ll make him happy.”
“I gave his granddaughter a kidney,” yelled Tucker. “Doesn’t that make him happy enough? Does he have to throw a big party and make me eat fish?”
“Well, I’ll be there, anyway,” said Aly. “I’ve already reserved a ticket.”
“He’s selling tickets?” said Tucker, pulling his pillow over his face.
“Now don’t try to smother yourself, Tucker,” said Aly, pulling the pillow away and putting it back under his head. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”
“Now I wish I hadn’t given Lenore one of my kidneys,” said Tucker.
“Tucker!” whispered Aly.
“I wish I had given her both!” he said, pursing his lips into a pout.
“I think I’ve gotten you way too riled up today,” said Aly, rising from her chair and giving Tucker’s pillow a final tweak. “Maybe I should let you rest. I’ll come visit again tomorrow.”
“Aly,” said Tucker as she was halfway to the door, “do you think … would you like … well, maybe we could go out for drinks some night if you’re not busy.”
“The cranberry juice is on me,” said Aly with a smile.
“Aly,” said Tucker, “Do you really believe in God?”
Aly walked back over to Tucker’s bed, bent down and whispered in his ear, “Just as much as I believe in you.”
Then she leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
THE END
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