In My Desperate Time

Although I ask him for a couple of times, Frances doesn't tell me what he bought.

Old Mr. Louis is getting better, so he begins to play around all day.

Frances wants me to go the company with him. But he could only see me instead of touching me there. And it will distract him from his work, so I refuse his request.

Then Frances remembers that we could travel together tomorrow, so he doesn't make things difficult for me.

Only Sabina and I stay at home, so I concentrate on drawing my design in the study.

But my phone rings.

It's a strange number.

Who is it?

"Hello, is this Ms. Noyes?" A man asks politely.

But it's an unfamiliar voice. I'm sure I don't know him.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"Okay, there's a letter for you. Are you home?" The man asks.

A letter?

write letters these

bring it over." I answer honestly, though

an address and a name on

paper inside

doesn't want me to know who he

blankly and don't know what

can hardly believe it, but ... I want to believe

hope and want that it is

sends this

true? And why

the messenger and ask him if

can't divulge the identity of our customers. This letter is in the mailbox and we can't find the sender's information. Is

just asking. Thank

up the phone,

the mood. I read the letter over and over again, and I

Frances

things that I can't explain

I go to the company with

by taxi, but Frances is not in

secretary says that Frances is having a meeting and asks me if I