What if he doesn’t like me? I can’t blow it tonight. I just can’t. I have to make a good impression... I have to. Be with me, God…
To help his case, George had brought a bribe. Well, not exactly a bribe… He switched the bag of treats to his other hand. Here goes… He pushed the button next to Carrie’s name. She buzzed him upstairs.
As soon as she opened the door, it slammed shut in George’s face.
George could hear Carrie on the other side of the door. “Now Impy… That’s not nice…”
She opened the door again--and held it open herself. “Sorry, like I told you… Impy’s… kind of protective of me.” She showed George inside.
“Impy, this is George. George, meet Impy.”
“Uh, hi, ah… Impy.”
“Isn’t he great?” she said.
“Yeah, he’s something all right.”
George gazed at Carrie’s most unusual pet. No, not a pet. It’s illegal to have a pet monkey. Impy’s a “service animal,” or will be someday. Carrie’s just his foster mother. She’s keeping him till he’s ready for more serious training.--Training to help a quadriplegic or something… But apparently Impy’s choosey. And so is Carrie. She’s already chosen that monkey over lots of roommates--and guys...
The two ‘men’ in Carrie’s life eyed each other. Watch yourself, man. Can’t get showed up by a primate... And she told me he’s aptly named…
“Hey, look, Impy, George brought you a present.” Carrie dangled the bag in front of him.
Impy hopped over, grabbed the bag, and returned to his perch on the chandelier over her small dinette set. George moved aside. He didn’t like being… in range, of any other tricks Impy might have up his fur.
He didn’t have to wait long. Impy tossed the plastic bag in George’s direction. George caught it with ease.
“Good catch,” said Carrie.
But while George was feeling pleased with himself, Impy flung a banana peel on top of George’s head.
The banana peel slid down onto George’s shoulder. “Impy…,” Carrie scolded halfheartedly. She picked up the refuse and deposited it in her compost bin.
George could tell she wasn’t too mad. In a way, they’re both testing me. Great… Carrie’s known that monkey a lot longer than me… Things have been going great. I think… But… Help me out here God, how does one impress… a monkey?
“He’s really not so bad you know, once you get to know him. You should see them work. Capuchins are so amazing… They’re really smart. Really, they help people live independently, in their own homes. And they’re great companions, too...”
“Well, Impy here sure has good taste in roommates...” George smiled.
Impy hopped down from the chandelier and onto the couch. He plopped himself right between Carrie and George.
Carrie patted Impy absentmindedly as he climbed all over her.
“We didn’t have pets when I was growing up. I know--Impy’s not a pet. But… we just couldn’t afford one, ya know? All that food and vet bills… We just didn’t have money to spare.”
“I had loads of pets. But monkeys were always my favorite animals.”
“No surprise there.” They laughed.
“I jumped at the chance to foster one…”
Impy gave a loud squeal just as George took a sip of water. It startled George and he spilled water all over his lap.
Carrie laughed. “Impy… I’ll get a towel.”
George sighed. Patience might help here God…
While Carrie was in the other room, Impy just sat there, staring at George. He cocked his head to one side, then the other, studying him.
“What’re you thinking little buddy?”
“You two making friends?” asked Carrie as she handed George a towel.
“I don’t know… I don’t think he likes me.”
Carrie laughed. “He’s just playing. But he is picky--like me.”
George looked into Carrie’s beautiful green eyes and smiled.
After finishing another banana, Impy hopped over and patted George on the back.
“He’s saying ‘Thank you.’ I think you’re growing on him…”
“Cool… But, I don’t know if I trust him…”
“Trust takes time, right?”
“You two get acquainted while I go check on dinner…”
Impy hopped over to the entertainment center and put on a CD. It was soft, romantic music…
A peace offering…? George was surprised, and touched. Note to self: bring bananas every time…
“Thanks Impy,” whispered George. Maybe he is pretty handy to have around after all… Thanks, God. We’re all in your hands…
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