bothering you in the kitchen? You know I can’t get up from here leaned all the way back like this.”
“Nooo, Mammy, we are just trying to follow the doctor’s orders. They made you stay overnight for evaluation, this is serious,” says Bo.
“Ok, ok,” replies Viola, “I fibbed a little, I am sorry. I just wanted you two to get to spend some alone time together and have some fun. You both needed to relax a little, sit back and smell the honeysuckle.”
“You know lying is a sin, Mammy.”
“Boy, I asked forgiveness before I even pulled that one out of my hat,” Viola snaps back. “It was for the greater good, anyway. Now bring me the clicker, I think it’s time for Wheel of Fortune and I feel a headache coming on.”
He smiles and walks over to his grandmother and hands her the clicker, bends down and gives her a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, Mammy,” he whispers in her ear.
“Don’t mention it, stud,” she laughs and pats him on the hand. “Now get in there and ask her if she needs some help.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says enthusiastically as he does a little jig on his way to the kitchen. He hasn’t felt this free in a long time. “I guess this is what being in love feels like,” he thinks to himself.
He stands in the doorway of the kitchen staring at her from behind for a moment thinking that she must be the most beautiful, caring, loving woman he has ever met. Not every day do you come across a woman that has the selflessness to take care of someone on her day off and make her sole purpose in life to help others and please God.
“Katy, what can I help with?”
“You don’t have to help, silly, just sit down and keep me company.”
“So...” says Katy, “are you planning on coming to church in the morning?”
“I don’t know,” replies Bo, “I haven’t been in so long, I don’t want people to look at me funny.”
“Don’t worry about what other people think. You are the notorious Bo Brogan, big time lawyer, where is this self-consciousness coming from?”
“Maybe I just feel bad for being out of the church for so long and being so self-centered. All I have thought about since I graduated was my next big win, whether it was an A on a college exam, or a case with a new client, winning the case, I haven’t prayed in so long that it is pathetic.”
“It’s never too late to start,” says Katy.
“Do you pray a lot?” asks Bo.
“Umm, yes, I pray about 15 times a day, NOT including bed time prayers.”
“What do you say?” he asks.
“I say a lot of stuff. I thank God for everything that He has given me - my house, my job, my car, the sunlight and beautiful trees and plants, Miss Viola, and just recently, I thanked Him for you.”
“You did?” he asks.
“Yup.”
“Why would you do that?” he asks.
“Because you have made me realize that I need to live for myself a little bit more, be more spontaneous and not worry so much. I need to take some time for myself every now and then to relax and have my own life. Don’t get me wrong, it feels great helping others, but sometimes I think that I spend so much time helping others that I forget to help myself.”
“How did I make you realize that?” asks Bo.
There is a long sigh. “By showing up here being the complete opposite of me, but at some point since you have been here I saw a change in you. You don’t want to be who you are being and I don’t want to be who I am being. I mean I do, but it just needs a little tweaking, and maybe we can help each other with that.”
“You know, they say opposites attract,” says Bo.
“Do they now?” she replies.
Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door and Bo hurries over to answer. It is Becky, standing there with a distraught look on her face. “Please tell me Katy is here,” she exclaims.
“Yes, she is in the kitchen. Come in, come
“Nooo, Mammy, we are just trying to follow the doctor’s orders. They made you stay overnight for evaluation, this is serious,” says Bo.
“Ok, ok,” replies Viola, “I fibbed a little, I am sorry. I just wanted you two to get to spend some alone time together and have some fun. You both needed to relax a little, sit back and smell the honeysuckle.”
“You know lying is a sin, Mammy.”
“Boy, I asked forgiveness before I even pulled that one out of my hat,” Viola snaps back. “It was for the greater good, anyway. Now bring me the clicker, I think it’s time for Wheel of Fortune and I feel a headache coming on.”
He smiles and walks over to his grandmother and hands her the clicker, bends down and gives her a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, Mammy,” he whispers in her ear.
“Don’t mention it, stud,” she laughs and pats him on the hand. “Now get in there and ask her if she needs some help.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says enthusiastically as he does a little jig on his way to the kitchen. He hasn’t felt this free in a long time. “I guess this is what being in love feels like,” he thinks to himself.
He stands in the doorway of the kitchen staring at her from behind for a moment thinking that she must be the most beautiful, caring, loving woman he has ever met. Not every day do you come across a woman that has the selflessness to take care of someone on her day off and make her sole purpose in life to help others and please God.
“Katy, what can I help with?”
“You don’t have to help, silly, just sit down and keep me company.”
“So...” says Katy, “are you planning on coming to church in the morning?”
“I don’t know,” replies Bo, “I haven’t been in so long, I don’t want people to look at me funny.”
“Don’t worry about what other people think. You are the notorious Bo Brogan, big time lawyer, where is this self-consciousness coming from?”
“Maybe I just feel bad for being out of the church for so long and being so self-centered. All I have thought about since I graduated was my next big win, whether it was an A on a college exam, or a case with a new client, winning the case, I haven’t prayed in so long that it is pathetic.”
“It’s never too late to start,” says Katy.
“Do you pray a lot?” asks Bo.
“Umm, yes, I pray about 15 times a day, NOT including bed time prayers.”
“What do you say?” he asks.
“I say a lot of stuff. I thank God for everything that He has given me - my house, my job, my car, the sunlight and beautiful trees and plants, Miss Viola, and just recently, I thanked Him for you.”
“You did?” he asks.
“Yup.”
“Why would you do that?” he asks.
“Because you have made me realize that I need to live for myself a little bit more, be more spontaneous and not worry so much. I need to take some time for myself every now and then to relax and have my own life. Don’t get me wrong, it feels great helping others, but sometimes I think that I spend so much time helping others that I forget to help myself.”
“How did I make you realize that?” asks Bo.
There is a long sigh. “By showing up here being the complete opposite of me, but at some point since you have been here I saw a change in you. You don’t want to be who you are being and I don’t want to be who I am being. I mean I do, but it just needs a little tweaking, and maybe we can help each other with that.”
“You know, they say opposites attract,” says Bo.
“Do they now?” she replies.
Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door and Bo hurries over to answer. It is Becky, standing there with a distraught look on her face. “Please tell me Katy is here,” she exclaims.
“Yes, she is in the kitchen. Come in, come
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