“Why, may I ask, are you interested in this guy’s welfare?” Kollocky asked as Rick was preparing to leave.
Kollocky’s ample jowls almost seemed to muffle his voice a bit.
Rick asked Kollocky to repeat the question, which he did.
The response was commendable.
“I know this sounds Goody Two-shoes, Father. But I try to do one specific nice thing for somebody every day. It can be small, but it’s gotta be concrete. My dad told me these nice things would stay with me no matter how life was treating me.”
Kollocky grinned and rearranged the sparse strands of remaining hair on the top of his head.
“Yep, that sounds Goody Two-shoes,” he said. “But sometimes there’s nothing wrong with being a Goody Two-shoes.”
Kollocky admired Rick, but didn’t quite know what he could do for Mickey.
In Decembe
