Do Unto Others
"I'm sorry about the furnishings," he said apologetically as he sat down and I closed the door. "It's the best government will issue us in this hole."
"Aunt Mattie would be disappointed if it were better," I said as I sat on the edge of the bed, which was little softer than the chair. "She expects to rough it, and finds special virtue in doing her duty as uncomfortably as possible."
He looked sharply at me, but I had merely stated an accepted fact, not an opinion, and was therefore emotionless about it.
"I'm in trouble, Hap," he said desperately. He leaned forward with his clasped hands held between his knees.
"Well, old man," I answered. "You know me."
"Yes," he said. "But there isn't anybody else I can turn to."
"Then we understand each other," I agreed. He looked both resentful and puzzled.
"No, I never did understand y