Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

And yeah, Sherilyn was taking Jenna along.

Jenna was so little, and not exactly in the best of health...

Gilbert instantly felt a twinge of regret. He shouldn't have smoked so much just now. Grabbing a pack of gum, he threw three pieces into his mouth and started chewing mechanically.

The sickly sweet taste spread across his tongue. He wondered, maybe it could tone down the smell of the smoke a bit?

Fifteen minutes later, Sherilyn emerged.

Gilbert straightened up and walked towards her, his gaze burning into her. "Sherilyn."

Sherilyn frowned, avoiding his gaze. "If you've got something to say, just say it."

"It's not really the place here."

Gilbert glanced at her expression and said lightly, "How about we find a cozy spot to sit down and talk?"

Why? Sherilyn looked up, puzzled.

But he seemed pretty insistent. With no other choice, Sherilyn nodded. "Alright."

The area wasn't bustling with activity. Sherilyn led Gilbert to a dessert cafe she and Jenna had just visited.

They sat down opposite each other.

"What'll you have?"

"Nothing for me." Sherilyn shook her head. Was she here to drink something?

for both, "Then, two strawberry milkshakes. One for you,

got up to

retreating figure, Sherilyn was filled with doubts. Strawberry milkshakes...? And two

returned with the milkshakes, placing one in

"Drink up."

frowned slightly, then replied,

you want to talk about? Can

no hurry, cradling the

sweet, like happiness in

shivered; those words... they were the same as

holding his cup,

chuckle, he murmured, "I know a little girl named Jenna. She loves

she's really

Sherilyn wouldn't understand,

"You know, Mickey Mouse's

red bow. Jenna has a Minnie Mouse toy the same size as her, even Minnie Mouse hair

V

to his words, watching his lips move, Sherilyn clenched her

on him, her blood

She understood!

He knew everything!

slip up? How did he find

his puzzle,

slightly, his

trying to