Thanks, Lisa.
With your timely pieces of advice, I now need to prove myself that I'm still a nice guy through and through.
I still remember the note on the index card Aurora carried when Leigh and I rescued her that night.
"Give your heart to a nice guy.
"A nice guy loves his mother.
"A nice guy is nice to children and animals.
"A nice guy is openly and sincerely concerned with the welfare of others.
"A nice guy is house-trained.
"A nice guy is spiritual.
"A nice guy is chivalrous.
"A nice guy is nice even if you aren't.
"A nice guy is nice to your friends.
"A nice guy sticks up for the right ones.
"A nice guy will never break your heart."
Indeed, all those bullet points line up with what she has dispensed.
I still remain on their bedside.
And it looks like they're feeling a bit better after being fed some of that invigorating soup. Good.
They slowly turn their heads towards me, smiling despite still not being out of the woods yet.
Leigh first asks me...
