The Arms, Rm 410, Sunday afternoon

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael was packed, ready to go. Funny how he only had two suitcases. A pack rat he was not.

He was sitting on the couch, hands resting on his thighs, thinking of Mary and wondering how she would be after he's gone. He thought good. She was strong and she loved him; she would be fine.

He thought briefly of Joanna and his first sexual

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[montecito_east]

Mary was also not looking forward to saying good-bye. She was trying to come up with ways to postpone it. "Maybe I should come with you, just to make sure you get settled in," she suggested.

[george_m_bluth]

He smiled at her, took her hand in his. "What about the hotel?"

[montecito_east]

"Gunther can manage without me for a while, as long as no one checks in, and no one criticizes his cooking," said Mary, looking hopeful.

[george_m_bluth]

"I would like that, for you to come with me then," he told her, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "It would mean a lot to me, Mary."