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

it over." I answer honestly, though I'm still

are only an address and a name on the envelope. They are

piece of paper inside the envelope. The words

doesn't want me to know

blankly and don't know

can hardly believe it, but ... I

sliver of hope and want that it

this letter to

And why

the messenger and ask him

identity of our customers. This letter is in the mailbox and we can't find the sender's information. Is there something wrong with the letter? Do you need to return

just

hang up the phone, my mind

but I'm not in the mood. I read the letter over and over again, and I just get

a while, I decide to tell Frances about this and let

some things that I can't

go to the

by taxi, but Frances is not

is having a meeting and asks me if I need to tell him that I'm