In My Desperate Time

It was a gift I bought for myself when I got my first salary. It cost me nearly four hundred dollars. The quality is very good and it is comfortable to wear.

“Mom, catch the thief!”

From the bed, suddenly comes the screaming of Frank Noyes.

Then my parents hurry in.

One holds a rolling pin, the other a cloth-drying pole.

Turning on the light and seeing me, they are stunned.

“What are you doing here?” My mother looks at me, her face scowling.

I can't help but want to laugh. That’s it. Does my coming affect their happy life?

But this is the house I rent, don’t they feel guilty?

are you?” The woman in the bed struggles to get up and glares at

look at her, then I

my nightgown,

pounds. My nightgown, which is size 4, is going to be stretched to explode by her body. Doesn’t she feel so tight to wear a small

you who you are. Why are

am so angry that I stretch

says to me disdainfully, “I have money in plenty. But for me forgetting taking nightgown,

Damn her! How could she wear my

Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. How dignified could Frank Noyes’s woman

Maybe she is too fat, she hides for a while and stops. I grab her and

me back and says, “Jane Noyes, don't blame Moll. You didn’t come back these days. I called you but no one answered. We

words make me bitterly

caring whether I'm ok or not, but whether I'll be back or not? Of course, I'm sure that they'd love it if I never came back, as long as they

my stuff and go.” As for the nightgown worn by that Moll, I definitely don't want it anymore. I can think of it as a trash.

But I still feel