Chapter eighteen

Days went fast, and these were lonely and hard days for Helma. All she got from Donald was instructions, scoldings and cold tones. Somehow Helma missed times when Donald would smile at her occasionally and always want to talk or hold her. Helma inhaled as she got ready to end the stressfull week. She wore a peach dress and a cream colored heel to match. Helma loosed her hair to fall on her shoulders. She went downstairs and greeted Mary.

Helma served breakfast and muched on her food, she hurried because she had been missing breakfasts lately because of her proud and bossy boss. He would have few bites and leave for the office without considering if she had eaten enough. She rushed her meal and cleared the plate. Coming out from the kitchen, Helma heard Clara giggling. "This is such a great sight" Helma whispered. She has never seen Clara this excited before.

"Mary. He finally agreed to a date with me" Clara giggled like a love struck teen. She held her hands to her jaw dreamily "Mary