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to add insult to injury, he had it cleaned inside and out and towed to my front door! I’m surprised he didn’t have it painted, too. Oh, wait! I forgot; he doesn’t know what my favorite color is! How silly of me. Why, that’s almost as foolish as believing there’s such a thing as an intelligent, independent woman! Where’d this guy come from anyway, the Dark Ages? Do I look like some kind of damsel in distress? I don’t think so! I bet his knuckles are raw from dragging the ground, that… that Neanderthal! Who is this guy? Where can I find him? I’m going to strangle him with his own ribbons. No jury in the world would convict me.” Breezy was on a rampage, pacing back and forth, flinging her arms in the air, waving the yellow receipt violently and smacking the ribbons out of her way every now and then. She was madder than a wet hen on a cold morning and she didn’t care who knew it.
    “Are you through having a cow, yet?” Susan asked.
    “Through? Through? I haven’t even begun! The flowers and the balloons were bad enough. I could have accepted those as an overblown, way out of proportion token of friendship and well wishes. But he couldn’t just stop there, could he? Noooooo! He’s had all this work done on my car and he’s foot the bill for all of it. I guess we can stop wondering where he had to rush off to when he left the hospital yesterday. He had to go tamper with my car! You know I don’t like being indebted to anyone, Susan. I don’t even know who this guy is so I can’t even pay him back. He should have asked me first. Better yet, he should have left me alone after leaving me at the hospital yesterday. In fact, he should have forgotten all about me.” Breezy was in a rage and it didn’t look like she was going to stop anytime soon.
    “If you don’t calm down and sit down, you’re going to get another headache,” Susan grumbled.
    “I’ve already got a splitting headache, and a pain in the butt, and Mr. S.D. Moneybags is responsible for both!” Breezy snorted.
    “Now, Breezy,” Susan said, shaking out a couple of Breezy’s pain pills into her hand. “That’s no way to talk. He’s just being generous and thoughtful. I would imagine he only fixed your car because he didn’t want you hurt again. After all, the doctor did tell him none of this would have happened if your air conditioner had been working in the first place. Lose the attitude and show a little gratitude, will ya?” Susan handed her the pills and a glass of water, which she gratefully accepted.
    “Well, that may be so and I appreciate the thought, I do. I’m grateful for his help yesterday,” Breezy admitted. “But, the fact remains that, 1)…” she continued, counting off her fingers, “…he’s a stranger to me; 2) he should have asked me first; 3) I don’t like owing anybody anything; 4) I not only owe him my life now, but I also owe him for the flowers, the balloons and for all the work he’s had done to my car; 5) I can’t get in touch with him to pay him back, and 6) I can’t refuse these gifts because I can’t send them back to him.”
    “You can’t pull that on me, Brittany Marie Spring!” Susan declared emphatically. “I know you too well! What’s eating you up inside is that someone else evidently wants to pamper you and you just can’t stand that. Ever since your parents died, you’ve tried to be so strong and independent. You’ve done a good job of taking care of yourself. I don’t know of any other nineteen-year-old girl who could have taken what little you had left and become as well off as you are today, I’ll give you that. But, Breezy, you’re not the healthiest person in the world and, every once in a while, you need to be taken care of. You need someone to watch over you and help you through difficult times and that burns your butt. You know, even the strongest person needs a little help occasionally. You just need to learn to accept that. Plus, you saw him! You may have been