Chapter Eight
“No, I am not going to help him…. Yes, you are, Ruth Eleanor Hallbrook! You can’t leave the poor guy down there!” Ruth argued with herself, pacing back and forth.
Why not? her bad side reasoned. He’s as big as a skyscraper. Surely, he’ll figure out a way to climb out of there!
Even as big as he is, the hole is too deep and the sides are too smooth! her good side countered. He could die, and then how would you feel?
She stopped her pacing and growled. She ran her hands through her hair in aggravation. She was so tired of this overdeveloped sense of a civic duty! Why couldn’t she just be like the other half of the world who didn’t give a damn?
“Because you are a product of your overachieving, good Samaritan upbringing. Argh! I really hate my good side sometimes,” she growl
