EMBARRASSED

      Faith avoided Ethan until he left the house that morning. She didn't go to work and she definitely couldn't wait to spill it to Nora. She had stayed in her room, until she was sure he was out. She had been listening to know when he leaves the house and had peeped from her door until he went out of the house. 

      She had slumped down by her door and covered her face in shame, sighing with relief. What had come over her? She didn't know how she was going to face him. She decided not to go to the office that day, she didn't want to bump into him, maybe when she comes back from office. She might as well move from the house, but she didn't have another money for that and she was not just going to let that landlord go scot free. If she was going to leave that house, her money has to be refunded. 

        She quickly moved to the kitchen and prepared pancakes, made coffee and went back into her room and had eaten quickly. She stayed in her room until it was afternoon, she had her bath and came out again to her typewriter and sat. The incident kept playing in her head. She had been sure that she wanted to tell Nora about it in the morning, but now, she was a bit skeptical. These kind of things are better kept within one's self. 

      She started typing into the typewriter in the early evening but was distracted. Some times, she won't know when her mind would wander to the incident and she would look at her work and see that she had made tons of mistakes, then she would crumple that paper and throw it away and sigh in frustration. At a point, she had to wear her reading glasses because it seemed she was thinking out another thing but writing another thing. 

      She wondered how Mr Floyd would see her from then on. Was he going to see her as a cheap lady? She had pladged to herself over and over that morning that she was never in her life going to take alcohol again. She had even raised her hands and had sworn to it. But, it was always like that. Whenever she woke up with a hangover, she would swear that she was never going to take it anymore, but the next time, she find herself taking it more than the previous time and she was always doing things that were preposterous. 

       How could she even kiss a stranger? What was he even doing in her room? These were the reasons why she had set that boundary between them. She didn't want embarrassing moments and yet it was happening over and over. That was what you get when you lived with an opposite sex that you have nothing to do with. When that landlord finally surfaces, she would make sure she would personally kill him herself and she was going to do it with her bare hands and make sure she squeeze that miserable life out of him. 

       If he was having an unfortunate life, does he have to involve others in it? She heard the click on the door and fled, leaving her belongings.