Relish had always been an enthusiastic person. Whatever he did, he put his whole heart into it. Sometimes, it landed him in trouble. Like the time he had to translate for a fiery political orator who had set up a makeshift platform at the local market. Now this man was known not only for his way with words but also for jumping about the stage like a monkey let loose. Every point he made was brought home with an accompanying feat of agility. Not for Relish to just stand about translating calmly every word the orator pronounced. He had to leap and bound about too. Unfortunately for Relish his side of the stage was somewhat smaller, than the side where his orator stood and one particular bound took him right over the side and he came crashing down on the egg seller’s stand. And I might add, it most certainly was not the last time that Relish was left with egg on his face.
But it must be said, Relish had not courted his friend Foolish for quite a while. Not since the bust-up. Only now did Relish realise he’d try to put all thoughts of Foolish out of his mind. The only thing to do with things that made you uneasy. But conscious was pricking; and resistance to conscience may come naturally but it ends up being by far the more painful. He forced his mind to dwell on the scene; the tears, the disappointment written large in her eyes, even his pathetic little attempts at rationalising on the way home. It was all too clear now. Foolish had merely been true to character. He couldn’t have acted otherwise. Relish, of course, had done the same. It had been his enthusiasm that had caused him to blow up like that. But he could have channelled that enthusiasm into different forms of behaviour. He could have built up instead of tearing down.
Relish knew what he had to do. But first he busied himself around at home. He even checked out his put-off-until-last-minute list in a bid to find something that could talk mind off Foolish. When he finally succumbed, it was certainly not in a very relishing way. But it had to be done. So off he went.
Foolish welcomed him in a somewhat subdued manner. Not surprising, he thought to himself. He welcomed him into the small living room and Relish was surprised to see he was not the only visitor that day. A young lady was sitting in the armchair in the corner he himself had so often occupied. Relish was quite sure what to make of her. She seemed quite attractive. Yet, there was something about her Relish didn’t quite like. And he most certainly didn’t want anyone else present and listening to what he had to say. But Foolish didn’t seem to notice and the mysterious visitor showed no signs of leaving. So in characteristic fashion Relish jumped into his speech.
“I… I’ve just come to say how sorry I am for behaving the way I did the last time we were together. I should have…”
But before he could go on Foolish looked up at the visitor in the corner and smiled.
“I think, you know what you have to do now,” replied the visitor.
“Yes, of course, I’ll forgive him. And thanks for all your help Mercy,” stuttered Foolish before throwing his arms around Relish.