In My Desperate Time

Walking out from the bar, the car that stops at the opposite never leaves.

Lawrence asks me not to worry therefore I’m not worry anymore and heads back home.

Frances isn’t back home yet but surprisingly, old Mr. Louis is at home.

Of course, I do have high respect on elderly.

I walk towards him and greets, “Good evening, old Mr. Louis.”

Old Mr. Louis nods his head and looks me up and down, “Are you doing okay?”

“Everything’s fine.”

I look at him with doubt, wondering what he is trying to say.

“Please clean up any room for me, I will live here for quite some time.”

He is Frances’s grandfather. He wants to live here, obviously I have no rights to reject.

bed for him. When I finish and walk out from the room, Frances just

ready. Please have a look if there’s anything that

bed is ready? Do you want to live here?” Frances asks.

and sweep lightly at old Mr. Louis. It seems like he doesn’t want him to live here at all.

something going on between them, so I just

if I have not asked Betty, I wouldn’t know that you have moved to somewhere else. It’s fine that you hide yourself away from Whitney, but why don’t

on the sofa, two legs lazily overlapping each

too much, I’m not hiding myself away from Whitney. I’m hiding away from you. Don’t you know that I

Mr. Louis, I’m worried that he might pass

I am, I’m still your grandfather. If you could,

have to say that the way he deals with his grandson seems cute in some

expression secretly, he seems

the side of the sofa and pick up his grandfather’s suitcase and walk out from

or not, I will tell your

words instantly stop

looking flustered at old Mr. Louis and says, “You dare!”