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MY GUESTBOOK
�Unless they have Josh�s inability to hold alcohol,� Mallory said, grinning.
�Ah, yes, his sensitive system, I know it well,� I nodded.
We sat quietly for a minute before Mallory spoke again. �You�re going to watch him, right? I mean, not to be presumptuous or anything, but you�re going to look out for him, aren�t you?� she asked nervously.
Josh and I hadn�t finished our conversation, and truth be told I wasn�t sure we ever really would, but I knew that no matter what we were going to be together and that we were going to take care of each other. We were equals now, partners. The way we were always meant to be.
I closed my eyes and remembered that horrible Christmas Eve. I had been standing just out of sight, waiting nervously for Josh to come out of his session with Dr. Keyworth, and I had heard Leo talking to Josh the way a father talked to his son.
�This guy's walking down a street, when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep. He can't get out. A doctor passes by, and the guy shouts up "Hey you! Can you help me out?" The doctor writes him a prescription, throws it down the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up "Father, I'm down in this hole, can you help me out?" The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by. "Hey Joe, it's me, can you help me out?" And the friend jumps in the hole! Our guy says "Are you stupid? Now we're both down here!" and the friend says, "Yeah, but I've been down here before, and I know the way out."
Josh and I have both been in that hole before, and we�re probably both going to fall in again. But there�s one thing in the world that I know for sure, and that�s how we�re going to deal with the joys and pitfalls of life.
�We�re going to take care of each other,� I said firmly.
THE END