In My Desperate Time

Behind me, Mom whispers to Frances.

"What's wrong? Did you quarrel?"

I turn around and glare at Frances, my eyes speaking of death, deterring him from blabbering.

He looks at me dotingly and smiles at Mom, replying, "She warned me I should say no."

Damn it!

Why did he say that?

Mom rolls her eyes at me and pulls Frances' hand. "That's her. You must be more tolerant of her. Don't lower your opinion of her because of her flaws."

...

I feel embarrassed when she says that.

I don't understand why Mom has such a good impression of him on their first encounter.

Am I looking at the so-called bias from a woman toward her son-in-law?

Frances shakes his head and says something moving, his voice deep and melodious.

who she is. I

I really want to

been said by someone else, I would definitely get goosebumps

when Frances said that,

finally find an excuse to restrain

be trying to gain

Dad know how he used to hurt

I wouldn't have left for Prague, far away

us. She somehow

keeps helping Frances with the dishes, making Dad

to take me

I don't want to spend the night with him at all, so I say I want to catch up with

course, Frances also chooses to

no choice but to sleep on the same bed

of all the traveling, I fall asleep in bed fast after

of the bathroom, but in a daze, I feel like I

days, and he hasn't forced himself on me. He just insists on hugging

pretending not to know and letting him do

unique tacit understanding between