In My Desperate Time

"Old Mr. Louis, are you asleep?"

I knock on his door at nine o'clock in the evening,

"Not yet. What's the matter?"

I hear his loud voice, and then the door opens from the inside.

"I just want to ask if you are in the mood for some night snack. I can cook some noodles or dumplings for you." I smile kindly at him, trying not to make myself look different than usual.

The old man shakes his head and says, "I don't like those food. You can make hot and sour noodles for me. Make sure the taste isn’t too blend."

I don’t expect him to be someone who likes spicy food. But making a bowl of hot and sour noodles doesn’t beat me.

"Okay. Wait for a second. It'll be ready soon."

I nod and leave the room immediately.

This is one step closer to please Mr. Louis.

Twenty minutes later, I bring the noodles upstairs and knock on the door again.

knocking for a long

asleep in

Now that is embarrassing.

eat anything at night to lose weight. And I

it away would be a

door of Frances’ room is still open, so I knock on the

the study is on, and I walk

fascinated by something he is reading. He is so intrigued that he can’t

"Are you hungry, Frances?"

voice breaks the silence.

in his hands under a pile of documents. "What are you doing in here? Don't you know you should knock on the door first?!" He asks me with a straight face while

but you can’t hear

come in unless I answer next time." He

him the noodles after nodding, “This is

think I can’t hear the conversation you had with my

Mr. Louis. but he didn't answer the knock on the door. I assume he is asleep, so I brought it to you." I tell him with a

my hand, says while frowning. "Only Mr. Louis can stand something this

the slight complaint, he slowly starts