Pressing the hold button on the phone Deirdre switched to the second line, dailing her boss's number. Two rings and he picked up with a slow, 'Hello, Ms. Quinn.' "Mr. Becker is on line one, he'd like to reschudle his daughters appointment until 3'oclok is that alright?" ON the side the redhead knew Mr. Charles was nodding, he told her that is was fine and he'd talk to Mr. Becker. With a soft click she knew he'd taken everything over.
With a gentle out take of breath the twenty-three year old turned to gaze out the window to her left. This was the third day in a row with constant rain, not only was Richard, her fiance, out of work, the chances of loosing the electricity was much greater. The drivers in this city couldn't control a car nearly as well as the farmers she grew up near. Everything in the city was dim in comparison to the brilliant Kentucky of her youth.
It's nearly been four years since he and father moved her, leaving her mother behind to take care of Papaw. Deirdre and her father had came to the city after the death of Nana. The red head had suffered a break down and they'd endding up seeking the help of Mr. Charles.
She stayed in his care for a little over a year and a half. Once they'd had their last meeting Deirdre and her father had tried to go back to their old life at the farm, but upon going home the woman had suffered a relapse. Deirdre moved back to the city where she'd answered a newspaper add for a secretary, the employeer had turned out to be Mr. Charles.
 CobaltLemon · Sat Oct 24, 2009 @ 06:33pm · 0 Comments |
