10-31-2020, 06:03 PM
Three light taps upon the door. Nothing less, nothing more. He waited for an answer.
Opening to the sight of a man who had been through an uphill battle, Delia rushed Orville
inside and closed the door. He walked over to the window and stood silently. She watched from
across the room. Not saying a word, he turned around, gently tossing the diary onto Delia's
bed before taking a seat at the small table just feet away. She walked closer, looking down
at the leather-bound object, wondering of its significance.
"Page fifty-seven" Orville said in a low, raspy voice.
Delia picked up the diary, walked around to the other side of the bed, sat at the foot and cast
her gaze upon Orville - then down onto the mystery in her hands. Orville looked on as she
opened the book and nervously thumbed her way to the appointed page. As she read, her expression
was that of mild shock. Could she really be reading this?
"You didn't know, did you?" he asked softly.
Delia's eyes still fixedly streaming across the small pages. The revelation of Gail's feelings falling
onto her like a collapsing skyscraper. Was this a joke? How could this be? She couldn't understand
why or how. It was such a warped and desperate show of emotion, yet safely tucked away in this
private place. Delia's head was spinning. Feelings of every denomination flooded her mind. This was
more than she could bear at present. She immediately threw the journal across the bed, stood and
began pacing. Orville sat taking it all in. Neither of them could have dreamt this one up.
Gail had been secretly in love with Delia.
Opening to the sight of a man who had been through an uphill battle, Delia rushed Orville
inside and closed the door. He walked over to the window and stood silently. She watched from
across the room. Not saying a word, he turned around, gently tossing the diary onto Delia's
bed before taking a seat at the small table just feet away. She walked closer, looking down
at the leather-bound object, wondering of its significance.
"Page fifty-seven" Orville said in a low, raspy voice.
Delia picked up the diary, walked around to the other side of the bed, sat at the foot and cast
her gaze upon Orville - then down onto the mystery in her hands. Orville looked on as she
opened the book and nervously thumbed her way to the appointed page. As she read, her expression
was that of mild shock. Could she really be reading this?
"You didn't know, did you?" he asked softly.
Delia's eyes still fixedly streaming across the small pages. The revelation of Gail's feelings falling
onto her like a collapsing skyscraper. Was this a joke? How could this be? She couldn't understand
why or how. It was such a warped and desperate show of emotion, yet safely tucked away in this
private place. Delia's head was spinning. Feelings of every denomination flooded her mind. This was
more than she could bear at present. She immediately threw the journal across the bed, stood and
began pacing. Orville sat taking it all in. Neither of them could have dreamt this one up.
Gail had been secretly in love with Delia.
