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.

and headed out, signaling Sherilyn to

"Do you think Mr. Francis is

would you think that?" Sherilyn whispered back, glancing

only one talking. He hasn't said anything back to me... Well, except for 'mm-hmm.' Does he find

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

patting her chest. "That's good. I was worried I was bothering

is the kindest person I

"Is that

Rebecca tilted her head,

"He's been

even driving

home

he's just not

Walking"

...

doctor Francis took Rebecca

after,

l.ne

in advance, with surgeries booked out for

the doctor offered hope for