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 letters these

you can bring it over." I answer honestly, though I'm

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

of paper inside the envelope. The words

the letter doesn't want me to know who he or she

shocks me. I stand blankly and don't know what

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

hold a sliver of hope and want that

who sends this letter

true? And why does

call the messenger

the 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

I'm just

I hang up the phone, my mind

read the letter over and over

Frances about this and let him

that I can't

the company with

get there by taxi, but

that Frances is having a meeting and asks me if I need to tell