In My Desperate Time

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.

“Mom, catch the thief!”

From the bed, suddenly comes the screaming of Frank Noyes.

Then my parents hurry in.

One holds a rolling pin, the other a cloth-drying pole.

Turning on the light and seeing me, they are stunned.

“What are you doing here?” My mother looks at me, her face scowling.

I can't help but want to laugh. That’s it. Does my coming affect their happy life?

But this is the house I rent, don’t they feel guilty?

“Who are you?” The woman in the bed struggles to get up and

look at her, then I burst with anger.

wearing my nightgown, which looks so

140 pounds. My nightgown, which is size 4, is going to be stretched to explode by

asked you who you are. Why are you wearing my dress? Take it

angry that I stretch out to rip

me disdainfully, “I have money in plenty. But for me forgetting

wear my nightgown and disdain it!

flock together.

Maybe she is too fat, she hides for a while and stops. I grab her and try

also panicked. She pulls me back and says, “Jane Noyes, don't blame Moll. You didn’t come back these days. I called you but no one answered. We all think that you will never come back, so

make me bitterly

not, but whether I'll be back or not? Of course, I'm sure that they'd love it if I never came back, as long as they have food and clothing.

stuff and go.” As for the nightgown worn by that Moll, I definitely don't want it anymore. I can think of it as

But I still feel uncomfortable.