The Maid and Her Lady Knight Part 12
A week passed by and I couldn't get myself to text Miranda. I thought she had so much going on that I would be just an other burden. Yes well how could I? At day 7 I got a call around midnight.
“Are you sleeping well?”
“Huhh?”
“Don't act more stupid than you are. Did you already forget about me or got a better friend?”
Finally getting a bit more conscious I sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Sorry that I didn't call you. I thought you were busy enough.”
“It's not your job to judge how busy I am. I would have made some time for you.”
We were quiet for a moment, though I could hear her rummaging around.
“Did you just come home?”
“Yes. It was a horrible day and my girls are coming home tomorrow.... there is so much to organize. Though of course I am more than happy about their return.”
“You know what. Get a shower, slip into some comfy clothing, go to bed and call me again. You can tell me all about incompetent staff and what you need to organize and maybe I can assist you.”
She sighed and chuckled “you are good at calming me. I...mi..may call you later?”
So she wasn't ready to admit what was obvious. She had missed me and got angry because she thought I didn't care about her anymore. Would you really react like this if it was just about her friend? A message would have done the job, right?
“Yes, I will be here.”
Miranda had hung up before I finished the sentence and so I waited an hour for her next call.
When it rang again I picked up immediately.
“Better?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don't. Now tell me all you want to get rid off.”
And she did. Her whole week spluttered from her lips and I really had troubles to stay awake. Not that hadn't been interested but I was tired. My parents can be very consuming and I guess they had the feeling of needing to make up for the lost time.
“Am I overreacting? I mean I want everything to be perfect when they come back. They should have all they want and need so they don't run off again.”
“Listen Miranda, they might run again but it isn't your fault. That's how children are sometimes. Not knowing what they really want.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I too had a phase when I totally didn't like my parents at all. Though they are the best I could have asked for.”
“I hope you are right.”
“You will see. Everything will turn out great. If you like we can make the dinner plans real. In a few days when they have settled I will come over, get to know them and maybe I can help to you three to understand eachother better.”
We agreed on a day and for some more minutes I gave her an impression of how my week had gone and of course I told her that I kept my promise and didn't reveal her identity to my parents or anyone else.
At some point we both fell asleep, still on phone, calmed by the breathing of the other.
It was lovely.
“Are you sleeping well?”
“Huhh?”
“Don't act more stupid than you are. Did you already forget about me or got a better friend?”
Finally getting a bit more conscious I sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Sorry that I didn't call you. I thought you were busy enough.”
“It's not your job to judge how busy I am. I would have made some time for you.”
We were quiet for a moment, though I could hear her rummaging around.
“Did you just come home?”
“Yes. It was a horrible day and my girls are coming home tomorrow.... there is so much to organize. Though of course I am more than happy about their return.”
“You know what. Get a shower, slip into some comfy clothing, go to bed and call me again. You can tell me all about incompetent staff and what you need to organize and maybe I can assist you.”
She sighed and chuckled “you are good at calming me. I...mi..may call you later?”
So she wasn't ready to admit what was obvious. She had missed me and got angry because she thought I didn't care about her anymore. Would you really react like this if it was just about her friend? A message would have done the job, right?
“Yes, I will be here.”
Miranda had hung up before I finished the sentence and so I waited an hour for her next call.
When it rang again I picked up immediately.
“Better?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don't. Now tell me all you want to get rid off.”
And she did. Her whole week spluttered from her lips and I really had troubles to stay awake. Not that hadn't been interested but I was tired. My parents can be very consuming and I guess they had the feeling of needing to make up for the lost time.
“Am I overreacting? I mean I want everything to be perfect when they come back. They should have all they want and need so they don't run off again.”
“Listen Miranda, they might run again but it isn't your fault. That's how children are sometimes. Not knowing what they really want.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I too had a phase when I totally didn't like my parents at all. Though they are the best I could have asked for.”
“I hope you are right.”
“You will see. Everything will turn out great. If you like we can make the dinner plans real. In a few days when they have settled I will come over, get to know them and maybe I can help to you three to understand eachother better.”
We agreed on a day and for some more minutes I gave her an impression of how my week had gone and of course I told her that I kept my promise and didn't reveal her identity to my parents or anyone else.
At some point we both fell asleep, still on phone, calmed by the breathing of the other.
It was lovely.