A Short Story - What is Innocence

A Short Story

What is Innocence ?
A certain Senior Officer, quite senior really, visited a district whose head quarters was located way up in the mountains. It was the cold season. He was feeling cold, very cold. Night fell.,
Now the officer in the district was not too aware of worldly matters, aware but not too aware. A Matter of fact guy. A teetotaler.
The Senior Guy, left alone, rang up the District Officer and told him, I am feeling cold. Freezing. Do something about it. I need warmth. At the earliest. Our District Officer was puzzled, he asked about the heaters and quilts and got very terse answers, it’s cold, too cold, do something and quickly. He obviously wanted a full size bottle of choice brandy or scotch but wanted to convey it this way.
The District Officer got into his car all upset. Went to the hotel, it was a rather good hotel and asked the General Manager, what are the arrangements to heat up the room of so and so. “Sir”, clarified the GM, “it’s all heated up, it’s a room for VIPs, what else do you want us to do”.
Pat came the answer, “give the guy another quilt and tell him I said so” and then the District Officer returned immediately to his house.
Now Sir, this is innocence. Truly. Trust me.

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