Room for Healing

It took a little more than a week but the outdoor gazebo, commonly referred to as the healing room, was spruced up with a fresh coat of paint and brand new screens. Even the floor got a new colour called 'Shakespeare.' 
It was cold on Victoria Day so Simmy made soup for dinner. As she was busy chopping up vegetables, her cellphone beeped rapidly letting her know that there were a few messages coming in. Before she could even wash her hands to respond, it beeped again. She opened the message and it read like this...
'Just so you know, I never got back with 'Hill Star.' I didn't mean to upset you before I left, but I can't just jump back into being a dad. I love you, but if its too hard to be physical, I would like it if we could at least still be friends.'
Simmy was shaking her head trying to figure out what this 'Dear Romance Designer' message could mean... when she got another text...
'Sorry... Wrong number... Oops :)'

Simmy remembered the title of Sunday Speecher... 'Healthy Relationships...'
"I'm going to have to listen to that when it comes up on the website... here's a guy who needs to hear it too... maybe I'll send him a text with the web address when it gets posted...
Maybe the Bard of Romance can turn tragicomedies into more comedy and less tragedy.
Here are a few people who need to experience the healing room to get the tragic out of the comedies.
Sigh!