Gesture of Kindness

I walked down my lane
with money Dad gave me
rattling in my pocket.
Three blocks down,
then right onto Maple
where the big houses line
the street.  I knocked 
on the door; Missy answered.
I asked her if she’d like to walk
downtown, and get a malt.
I even described its smooth,
creamy “mahogany” richness.
She told me she’d love to go.
Then she stepped out onto
the porch, and hit me.  When
I asked her “Why?”  she just
said I was a good guy.
Go figure!