Chapter 31
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 31<\/p>\n
It was a gift I bought for myself when I got my first salary. It cost me nearly four hundred dollars. The quality is very good and it is comfortable to wear.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, catch\u00a0the\u00a0thief!\u201d<\/p>\n
From the bed, suddenly comes the screaming of Frank Noyes.<\/p>\n
Then my parents hurry in.<\/p>\n
One holds a rolling pin, the other a cloth-drying pole.<\/p>\n
Turning on the light and seeing me, they are stunned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d My mother looks at me, her face scowling.<\/p>\n
I can’t help but want to laugh. That\u2019s it. Does my coming affect their happy life?<\/p>\n
But this is the house I rent, don\u2019t they feel guilty?<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d The woman in the bed struggles\u00a0to\u00a0get\u00a0up and glares at me.<\/p>\n
I look at her, then I burst with anger.<\/p>\n
That woman is wearing my nightgown, which looks so strange!<\/p>\n
This woman might weigh 140 pounds. My nightgown, which is size 4, is going to be stretched to explode by her body. Doesn\u2019t she feel so tight to wear a small dress like this?<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven’t asked you who you are. Why are you wearing my dress? Take it off!\u201d<\/p>\n
I am so angry that I stretch out to rip off her dress.<\/p>\n
The woman tries to hide away and says to me disdainfully, \u201cI have money in plenty. But for me forgetting taking nightgown, I would never wear your clothes!\u201d<\/p>\n
Frank Noyes looks up at me and says, \u201cI’ve already got a job. Don’t look down on me!\u201d<\/p>\n
It seems that he has actually got a job. I don’t care what kind of job he got. As long as he won\u2019t bother me, everyone will be happy.<\/p>\n
I pick up my package and go out. My mother follows me out.<\/p>\n
I think in the mind, if my mother would say something to let me stay, or apologize to me at this time, perhaps I will forgive them. My heart is hard, but I can\u2019t be so cool-hearted to refuse the desire for home.<\/p>\n
Finally, I expect too much.<\/p>\n
My mother following me just wants to close the door. I hear the sound of the door slamming behind me, and my tears come down after all.<\/p>\n
This family, may really have nothing to do with me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-55","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/55","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=55"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}