“Frances, don’t you want to tell me you love Hilda?” I ask him loudly. Because of great tension, my voice can’t help trembling.
“I won't like Hilda. I can tell you with certainty that I love you and I only have you in my heart. But please be more tolerant to Hilda and don't make troubles unreasonably, okay?" Frances said helplessly.
“Unreasonable? You think I am unreasonable? Since Hilda is reasonable, now go find her. Leave me alone!” I shout and slam the door. My heart is broken. I know that I look like a shrew who quarrel with husband, but I couldn't help myself. Once I think Frances favor Hilda, I get furious. I don’t want to get angry on him, but why does the relationship between us change like this? With my back pressing tightly against the door, I lower my body weakly.
Dinner time, Frances comes to call me. However, I don’t want to eat, let alone open the door. “I don’t want to see you, leave now! I don’t want to eat even if I starve to death.”
Soon, the sound of footsteps dies away. Is Frances gone? Doesn’t he try to persuade me? Shouldn’t he comfort me? “Jerk!” I curse angrily.
“Who is a jerk?” Frances’s voice shocks me. I raise my head and find that he is looking at me helplessly with food in hand.
Oops! I forgot that he can come in through another room. Although I cursed him just now, I am not guilty at all, instead I say rather confidently, "It’s clear who is a jerk!"
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