Kneves

"Hi Shelly."

"Hank...it's good to see you again."

"Really Shelly? The last time we spoke...it wasn't pretty. We both said some things that were regrettable."

"True Hank, but we were both young then..I've grown since then. I know you were going through a bad stretch then. Your girlfriend had just been killed. And as I recall, you loved her very much."

Hank looked away, as he breathed heavily and fought back tears. "Yes Shelly, I did...but I don't think anyone has made me think about those days quite like you."

Shelly gasped. "Oh Hank, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to sound so heartless and catty. I didn't want to be this way with you. We were friends once...I've always hoped we could be that again."

"Me too Shelly. I missed our friendship."

Shelly smiled and hugged Hank hard, as she rested her head against his broad shoulders. "Thank you Hank, I'm so glad to hear that. I'm so sorry for everything I said that day. I was so stupid. I drove you away when you needed me the most Hank."

"It's okay Shelly, I wasn't the most gentlemanly that night either. I said things too. And I am sorry for what I said."

"Well hank, how about us two sorries go out for dinner to Fenucci's? I hear they have a sorry special every Thursday."

Hank smiled. "That sounds lovely Shelly, let's go."