A few days later
Brett knocked
on Terri’s door.
“Since when
do you knock?”
she called out.
“Come on in.
Are you still
angry with me?”
“I can’t stay angry
with you,”
Brett said.
“I just wanted to ask
if you need help
with your move
back home.”
“I could use
said Terri.
“But you don’t need
to help me.”
“I know,”
said Brett.
“I want to.”
He went on.
“I can get
my buddy’s truck.
We can do the move
on Saturday.”
“Why are you doing this
for me?”
asked Terri.
“What are friends for?”
said Brett.
“So you’re not
in love with me.
But I wouldn’t want
to miss out
on a good friend.”
Terri thought
about Brett and David.
Here was Brett,
a good guy
right across the hall,
in love with her.
And there was David.
She hardly knew him.
And yet
she couldn’t get him
out of her mind.
She touched
Brett’s arm.
“Can you and I
really be friends?
Even after I move?
I’d miss you a lot.”
Brett smiled at Terri.
“I’ll have the truck here
first thing Saturday morning.
It won’t take long.
You don’t have
that much stuff.”
“More than I had
when I moved in here,”
Terri laughed.
Brett looked around.
The apartment was full.
“Yes, you sure do!
Hope it all fits
in your mother’s house!”
He laughed too.
Then he headed
for the door.
“Brett,” said Terri.
“You’re a great guy.
I love you too.”
“Yeah, I know,”
Brett said.
“Just like a brother.”