I wouldn't have thought that I'd have had to promise that I wouldn't do something as drastic as to cause the deaths of the three of us, but I guess Mattie didn't know me well enough to know that my desire for self-preservation was pretty strong.
My life had prepared me well. I was too stubborn to give up so easily. I had faced down too many foes to take that route in this situation. You could just go ahead and add my name to the list of things that would survive a nuclear holocaust -- me and cockroaches and Cher.
Mattie was giving me a quizzical look -- something he did quite often I was beginning to realize.
"I wish I could hear the things going on in there," he said. "I can *see* you're off somewhere deep in your thoughts, and my imagination starts kicking in as to what you're thinking."
I couldn't suppress my chuckle.
"Are you really sure you want to know?" I asked.
"Maybe. Maybe not," he replied.
"I was thinking about the end of the world ... and Cher."
He was speechless -- understandably.
I gently chided him, with a smirk on my face.
"Careful what you ask for ..."
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