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?

anyone still write

over." I answer honestly, though

letter over. There are only an address and a name on the envelope. They are both printed, so I could not tell who writes

of paper inside the

the person who wrote the letter doesn't want me to

me. I stand blankly and don't know

believe it, but ... I want to

hope and want that it is

this letter

news true? And why

so I call the messenger and ask him if he knows

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

just asking. Thank

up the phone, my mind gets

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

decide to tell Frances about this and

there are some things that

to the

taxi, but Frances is not in

and asks me if