Chrissy pushes herself to her feet and moves to answer the door. Peering through the peephole, Chrissy realizes that it is the meter man. She wipes her eyes and opens the door.
“Morning Mrs. Chrissy. How’s it going?”
“I have had better days Sam.”
Sam notices Chrissy eyes are red from crying and begins to shift back and forth.
“Um, Ma’am I don’t mean to add to your trouble but your power bill is overdue.”
Chrissy nods her head and gestures as she goes to the counter to get her purse.
“Wait a minute and I will write a check for it. I trust you will hand it in for me?”
“Yes ma’am but it would be better if you went by there yourself. I don’t mind doing it this one time though.”
“Sam, if you don’t want to do it…”
“Mrs. Chrissy I don’t mind.”
Smiling sadly, Chrissy hands her hastily scribbled check to Sam.
” Thank you Sam.”
Chrissy watches Sam get in the truck and back out of the driveway. Shutting the door, Chrissy returns to her favorite chair.
“Why can’t they all be like Sam? He seems to be good natured through an through.”