You're Not Very Nice

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     "Come on in," Walt said, looking up from his desk as Bob walked into his office.

            "Hey Walt," Bob said, "Sorry if I'm interrupting."

            "Not at all," Walt said, waving him forward, "What can I do for you?"

            "I actually had a favour to ask," Bob started, suddenly feeling nervous. He wasn't sure why, he hadn't felt nervous around Walt in years. "You see, Jeff's got tomorrow off school and my wife's taking his sister to visit some relatives for the weekend, but she thought it was good for Jeff to stay home and-"

            "Spend a little time with his daddy?" Walt finished for him.

            "Exactly," Bob nodded, "And I'm not asked for time off or anything, we've still got a lot to do. But I was wondering if Jeff could maybe come here...?" He finished speaking and looked at his boss hesitantly.

            "How old is he?" Walt asked.

            "He's four," Bob replied.

            "Well, I don't see him spilling any great secrets we may have here," Walt smiled, "Bring him along."

            "You're sure?" Bob asked.

            "Yeah, it'll be good," Walt said, "Don't make it a long day, alright? Just get done what you need to and then spend the rest of the weekend with your boy. Less time spent around that woman will probably be best for him."

            "Who knows," Bob chuckled, "Maybe hearing a kid's perspective will make her change her mind."

            "Let's hope it does," Walt nodded slowly.

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            The next day, Bob arrived at the studio. He leaned on his cane with one hand while in the other he held his four year old son's hand.

            "Is Uncle Dick already here?" Jeff asked excitedly.

            "I think he might be," Bob nodded and Jeff bounced up and down. Bob laughed as they reached the rehearsal room and found that his brother was indeed already there. He opened the door and released Jeff's hand so the little boy could run into the room.

            "Uncle Dick!" Jeff shouted and his uncle looked up.

            "Hey buddy!" he smiled, lifting the little boy onto his lap when Jeff bounded over, "How are you doing?"

            "Good," Jeff said happily.

            "Yeah? I heard you have vaccination day at school, how was that?"

            "They gave us sugar cubes!" Jeff exclaimed.

            "Sugar cubes! Wow!" Dick smiled at his nephew's excitement and then looked up at his brother. "Don should be here soon."

            "Alright, Jeff, why don't you come sit over here." Jeff climbed off his uncle's lap and walked over to the couch. Bob turned back to his brother, "When, us, when is she getting here?"

            "Probably got about an hour," Dick said and Bob could hear the relief in his brother's voice. "Did you tell him?"

            "Yeah," Bob nodded and then sat down next to his son. "Jeff, do you remember what I told you?"