The Whispers

It’s suddenly become cold. I stayed in today, I haven’t smiled at anyone. My lady awaiting Susan spent most of the day with me, of course I asked her to, I was feeling lonely. She began to tell me about my companion, she said that I will have days like these. She told me about my companions’ previous wives; they sound very similar to me. Your probably wondering what I mean. I mean their personalities and they were young, around my age. They’d spend their days brushing their hair, changing dresses, eating food from the finest places. Knowing that they were in the same situation once, makes me feel better about not being experienced. But why did they become previous wives, perhaps they were not entertained enough and decided to leave. Perhaps they didn't smile enough. On this same day I went down to the Oak house, this is the other side of the house, located down stairs; you could say it’s a basement with a few rooms. The Gardner was there. I think I was blushing ever so slightly as he asked me if I had been out in the cold, I hid my face in my hands, laughing. This happened when I smiled consciously, in reach of a handsome man. The Gardner isn't the most handsome guy, but his smile is like the sunshine. Each time I would look directly into his eyes, he would look away. I attempted to hold his hands, he reminds me of a childhood friend you see, we’d go on the mule together. I could see that this would seem inappropriate, so we sat there, I offered him some cherries. Something I can’t perform with my companion, he desires me to himself, dislikes me smiling when others are within reach. The companion is quite a performer. He mimics others voices and uses the force of his personality to make horrifying situations seem merely colorful. Signed with love Veronica Anne Harper.