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?

still write

I answer honestly, though I'm

the letter over. There are only an address and a name on the envelope. They are both printed, so

a piece of paper inside

letter doesn't want me to know

I stand blankly and don't know what to

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

a sliver of hope

who sends this

And why does

many questions, so I call the messenger and ask him if he

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

just asking.

up the phone, my mind gets

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

for a while, I decide to tell Frances about this

things that I can't explain on

the company

there by taxi, but Frances is not in

and asks me