“Now, I am going to take your idiot in, but I feel as though your family is lacking somewhat in the type of unity that an idiot needs in order to survive.” Mr. Stonily concluded. “I’m going to require of you a pledge of commitment from this point on. Put your hands over your hearts, and repeat after me.”
He paused until he could see Steletta and Bootsy put their hands over their hearts.
“I am my idiot.” Mr. Stonily intoned.
“I am my idiot.” Steletta and Bootsy replied.
“My idiot is me.” Mr. Stonily continued.
“My idiot is me.” Steletta and Bootsy repeated, a bit more hesitantly replied.
“If I cannot commit to myself, I cannot commit to my idiot.”
“Now, honestly, I don’t see-” Steletta’s protest was cut short by a jab to the ribs by Bootsy. She cleared her throat and corrected “If I cannot commit to myself, I cannot commit to my idiot.”
“Very good, you may now lower your hands.” Mr. Stonily intoned. Steletta and Bootsy followed with a sigh of relief. “Now, while your idiot is away, I want to make sure you continue a measure of this support with him in letters and during visits. If you should ever be in doubt, repeat to yourself the oath. Are we ready to go, then?”
“Yes, you are free to take him. He hasn’t anything but what he has on him.” Steletta said, turning back to Heely. She nearly flipped her bonnet when she saw Heely once again pouring over that book again. “You ninnyhammer, have you been paying attention at-”
“Remember, dear, the oath.” Bootsy kindly reminded.
Steletta heaved a sigh and began. “I am my idiot….”
Mr. Stonily took the book away from Heely. “Don’t worry my boy. There will be plenty of books for you to deal with inside.”