Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Rebecca woke up to her housekeeper's announcement, "Mr. Francis is already here."

It had been arranged that Francis would take her for an eye check-up today.

With a little help, Rebecca made her way to the living room and greeted him with a reserved smile, "Good morning, Mr. Francis."

Francis just nodded slightly as he made himself comfortable on the couch, barely acknowledging her.

Rebecca thought, "Not this again... What do I do now? Maybe I should start a conversation?"

Right when she was feeling like a fish out of water, Sherilyn arrived.

"Sherilyn!" Rebecca felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"Hey, Rebecca," Sherilyn walked briskly towards her, linking arms. "Sorry, couldn't make it last night."

"It's alright," Rebecca reassured her, glancing towards the couch. "Thankfully, Mr. Francis took care of everything."

"Yeah." Sherilyn smiled at Francis. "Francis, sorry for the trouble again."

"Nothing." Francis' response was as brief as ever.

headed out,

anxiously, "Do you think Mr. Francis

Sherilyn whispered

said anything back to me... Well, except for 'mm-hmm.' Does he

almost laughed, "No way, Francis is just like that, a man of

relieved, patting her chest. "That's good. I

is the

"Is that

Rebecca tilted her head,

"He's

even driving

home

just

Walking"

...

Francis took Rebecca

was highly sought after, requiring appointments to

l.ne

with surgeries booked

the doctor offered hope for