"What have you been doing all day?" "Not much really." "_Not much_? I see." I stared at her. "Didn't I pay your Uni fees? Eight years, wasn't it? And... *not much*?" She stared back, and sighed. "Umm, I must have done something worthwhile. Let's see..." She looked around slowly. "Oh, I arranged some flowers in that vase." "Ahh, and I picked that fruit this morning. And painted that wheatgrass on the wall." I looked from the flowers to the wall, and back again. I looked at her. "And I knew the weather would be nice, so I opened the doors early, before you woke," she continued. My jaw dropped, and I gaped at her. "You knew that, huh? That the weather would be good?" "Uh-huh," She beamed. Her smile always had been stunning. "No work today?", I asked. "No, it's Saturday, silly." She paused. "Don't worry; you'll be well enough to work again soon." Useless to try to fight with her. "I still don't get it. _What_ have you done?" Her smile broke into a warm, loving laugh. "I _brought summer to you_, Joe!" http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29621