True Love Waits

"All right, I'll let you be. Have a good time over there," Debbie said.

"I will. Bye, Mom," Evelyn replied.

Debbie hung up and turned to Miranda, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her news about her granddaughter. "Piggy said she is fine. She is out having dinner."

"Did she sound happy?" Evelyn's mood was Miranda's biggest concern. She had been diagnosed with depression, after all. Everybody in the family was worried about her. They wanted her to be happy, above all.

Debbie reflected on the phone call. "She sounded relaxed. She said the food is delicious. I think she is happy, Mom," she said with a smile.

Miranda was relieved to hear that.

After Evelyn had finished talking to her mom on the phone, Sheffield bought her some steamed sweet potato with cheese.

She frowned at the smell of cheese.

He opened the foil. It was so hot that steam erupted from it. He spooned some and placed it near her lips. "Have a taste. There was a long line in front of the store. It should be delicious." Evelyn shook her head. "I don't like it."

Sheffield was surprised. "The sweet potato or the cheese?"

"The cheese." She hated cheese.

Sheffield ate the entire thing without another word.

Evelyn had a lot of food. All snacks. Touching her huge belly, she said, "I'm stuffed."

She hadn't eaten so much in a long time.

"Are you sure? I can take you somewhere else for some staple food." Sheffield didn't think she had eaten much. He was worried that she wasn't used to these kinds of street foods.

"No, thanks. I'm too full already." She had always been strict with her diet while she was home, and took additional care with her dinners.

And she was here on vacation, seeking relaxation and peace of mind. Deep

Evelyn couldn't finish, rinsed his mouth with

the bar street,

young, good-looking men and women were soliciting business. Sheffield chose a

man was playing the guitar and singing, "I'm a thinker, never good at expressing my feelings with expressions. I am always hoping and always

Some even stood up from their chairs with the intention of picking her up. Sheffield could sense the carnal desire flowing out of those men's eyes. He took her hand in his to make a point. Seeing that,

had agreed to come to a bar with him, Evelyn was worried that he would

this city is shoddy and the wine

with her. So, she nodded. "Beer

to leave. But Sheffield called

"Yes, sir."

confused. "Fruit tea? I thought we

the music, Sheffield explained, "It's for you. You said you were stuffed. Beer will only make it worse. The

seldom come to this kind of place?"

City; same in America." She didn't like bars and their atmosphere. Sheffield had guessed it right. "Where do you want

town in D City adjoined A Country and Q Country. It was well-known for its beautiful view. "The border is a dangerous area." Sheffield

had ordered. Sheffield pushed it towards Evelyn. "They're boring. You're

being sincere, but Evelyn thought he was flattering her. "Tayson can keep me company. You should be with

stopped and his eyes dimmed. "Are you tired of me

was not what she had meant. But she nodded, "Yes." He

I won't leave you even if you really are sick of

how you always chase

my first time pursuing a woman. I'm a greenhorn at this kind of

that?" She wasn't born yesterday. Everything he

will believe me some

fruit platter and the

a minute. Be right back. You go ahead and have some