RALPH leans on the wooden pole, I don't know for how long but I regard his presence. Notwithstanding, my eyes are murky due to the fact I cried, yet I'm mindful of the vicinity. I know every time he transposes one of his legs to poise on the other leg, he puffs sigh and hums a fluky song.
I snoop from beneath, he has a parcel in his hands. I furrow my brows at the recognition of the red package bag. He feeds on my cakes. The red velvet cupcakes I baked for Jeremy with Mom's exclusive collaboration. I cast a pierce at him, he winks at me and continues munching. "Do you know what I said the moment Jeremy sighted the package, huh?"
I look crosswise, keeping my eye on the casement. Two teenagers are passing by, both in uniform. They probably skip school to enjoy their day together, the boy who looks like he's sixteen has his hand round her waist.
