One More "Captured by Aliens" story

I Won't Send Roses

Based loosly on the song with the same name

By Thelma Mary Caroline

"I never really knew you were such a control freak," Sheila says to me, folding socks.

She's got me helping with the laundry.  I hate folding laundry, but I don't tell her.

"You even tell her what to wear, don't you?"

All right, so what?  If I didn't, she'd get the wrong idea.  That I'm not in control.  She needs that, you know.  Peace of mind that, no matter what happens, I'm going to take care of her.  She'll never have to worry about anything.

"Do you know that her birthday is coming up?"

No, I didn't.  But what does it matter anyway?  I think celebrating birthdays is stupid.  So you're a year older.  Yay.  You've got a year less to live.  A year you'll never get back.  Anyway, I hardly remember my own birthday, I can hardly be expected to remember someone's else's.

"You should send her flowers," Sheila says.

No, I don't send roses.  But, maybe a little, I feel bad.  It's not that Hai doesn't deserve them.  She puts up with a lot, especially from me.  I agree, things here aren't as they were.  She could leave.  It would be better for both of us if she did.  She'd ought to leave while she still has a fighting chance.

I can't send her roses though.  It's too romantic to me.  A waste of time, a waste of money.  And what does it all really mean anyway, my love for you will soon die?  Ha.  Besides, she'd get too spoiled if I did that.

I won't send roses.