I Really Feel Foolish

The visitors were none other than the very Spring Brown I had been desperately trying to meet, along with the other Mr. Brown who had given me a ride the day before.

Spring Brown and I stared at each other. It had been four years, and he had aged, his once dark hair now flecked with gray, his frame thinner.

He stared at me for a long time before extending his hand and pointing at me, "...It really is you, Grace!"

"Mr. Brown, it's me! I'm Grace, it's been a long time!" I felt a bit embarrassed about my disheveled appearance.

"You should lie down! Lie down!" Spring Brown hurried to my bedside, and Joy quickly got up to make room.

"Ms. Miller, forgive me, it's all my fault for making you wait so long! I am very ashamed!" Spring Brown didn't hesitate and took a seat by the bedside.

Joy gestured to the other Mr. Brown, and they both stepped out, leaving Spring Brown and me alone in the room.