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.

nothing happens after knocking for a long

Louis falls asleep in such a

Now that is embarrassing.

at night to lose weight. And I don’t

it away would be a

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

I walk

desk and has his back to me. He seems to be fascinated by something he is reading. He is so intrigued that he can’t even hear the knock on the door,

"Are you hungry, Frances?"

voice breaks

in here? Don't you know you should knock on the door first?!"

but you can’t hear it." I answer

unless I answer next

I hand him the noodles after nodding, “This

"You really think I can’t hear the conversation you had with

the lie is exposed all at once, I am truly embarrassed. "It was originally for 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

saying anything, Frances takes the bowl from my hand, says while frowning. "Only Mr.

complaint, he slowly