Hired As A Wife
I need to talk to him. It could be the reason why he was looking after me. The more I think about it, the more I am convinced he was guarding me. Something about who I am. Maybe he's the only one who can answer my questions.
Then her eyes stopped at the cell phone in her hand, and she briskly dialed a number. She rested her left elbow on the window sill while waiting for Stefanie to pick it up.
"Hi, it's me. Are you busy?"
"Nope. You want to talk about my brother?"
"Why would you think it's about him?"
"Well, I could not think of any other reason for this call…."
"Oh, please ... it's not about him. Don't worry, he's still alive and kicking," she joked.
"What about then?"
"You may think I'm crazy, but I want to ask you because you're the only one I've been close to since we were little."
"Okay..."
"What did you notice about me? Am I weird?"
"I'm not getting you ...:"