Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Rebecca was never one for the hustle and bustle, but seeing as they were going to share a yard, a bit of neighborly interaction wouldn't hurt.

Moreover, the Sunhaven Sanatorium was just too quiet. A chat with someone every now and then could be a nice change.

With that thought, Rebecca asked her caregiver, "Who's moving in next door? How old are they? An old lady, a little miss... or someone around my age?"

The caregiver couldn't help but chuckle. "Ms. White, did it ever cross your mind it could be a gentleman? Maybe an old man or a little boy?"

Why had she assumed it would definitely be a woman?

Rebecca paused, realizing she hadn't considered that option. "So, it's a gentleman?"

"I don't know."

The caregiver shook her head. "I only saw the movers and the staff from Sunhaven Sanatorium. Maybe they'll move in after everything is set up."

Rebecca nodded in agreement.

Eventually, the yard returned to its peaceful state.

Rebecca guessed that the moving was done and everything was in order.

But, there was no sign of her new neighbor.

As the sun began to set, the caregiver helped Rebecca back inside, and she pushed the matter to the back of her mind.

The next day, rain poured down in Sunhaven.

not venturing out for two whole

Rebecca resumed her routine of basking

helped her out to the yard, and laid a

bring out some tea

"I'm not a

"I'll be right back."

caregiver turned to leave, Rebecca sat alone, soaking

hearing had sharpened. She could clearly hear the whisper of leaves and the gentle flow of the

that a baby

hands, rising to her feet and

she approached, the crying grew

the caregiver, carrying a tray of tea and

"Where did she go?"

paled, calling out, "Ms. White, where are you? Ms.

outside, the caregiver soon found

caregiver yelled,

by the call, Rebecca came to her senses. Where was she, and why was she here? Suddenly, her

of rain, the

lake

was wet and slippery.

Rost her balance a

the

"Aah!"

now white as a sheet,