When Terri got home,
she stopped in
to see Brett.
She told him
she would be moving out.
Brett didn’t like
that news.
“Who gave you
that bad idea?”
he asked.
“It was my idea,”
said Terri.
“And it’s a good idea.
My credit counsellor
asked me to think
of ways to cut down
my spending.
all those bills.
And my mother needs me.”
“I don’t think
I like your credit counsellor,”
was all Brett could say.
“David’s really nice,”
said Terri.
“I really like him.
And I think
he likes me too.”
Brett’s heart
dropped to his feet.
“Oh, really?”
he said.
“I told you long ago
to be careful
with those credit cards.
Why didn’t you
listen to me?
I’m the one
who really loves you!”
“You do?”
Terri said.
“I thought we were
just really good friends.”
“Just friends?”
asked Brett.
“Would just a friend
help you out
all the time?
Would just a friend
want to spend
so much time with you?
Would just a friend
worry about you
the way I do?
I thought
we had something going.”
“Oh, Brett.
You mean
a lot to me,”
said Terri.
“I never wanted
to hurt you.”
“It’s all about you,
all the time,”
said Brett.
“What about me?”
Then he left
Terri’s apartment
without saying goodbye.