05-20-2022, 05:53 PM
"Well," said Anne, still a bit awkward. The jostle had loosened her a little. She liked Mable. Mable seemed like the kind of person people just had to befriend and tell their secrets to. Anne wanted to.
"Well, I like to walk around and pretend things. Like pretend that... that I'm not in Whitby, but in a foreign country on an adventure and..." She hesitated once more. "And the 199 steps are not... well not that, but Mont Blanc, for example. Or, well, sometimes when I'm going to the harbour to meet the boats returning or when return home with the fishing supplies, I pretend I'm a nurse, real smart and educated, and I'm going to treat the wounded in battle, or visit the cottages of the poor to help the sick." She gave Mable a look between hope and fear. "I know I'm too old for make-belief," she quickly said before Mable could, "but it just makes the days a little more interesting."
"Well, I like to walk around and pretend things. Like pretend that... that I'm not in Whitby, but in a foreign country on an adventure and..." She hesitated once more. "And the 199 steps are not... well not that, but Mont Blanc, for example. Or, well, sometimes when I'm going to the harbour to meet the boats returning or when return home with the fishing supplies, I pretend I'm a nurse, real smart and educated, and I'm going to treat the wounded in battle, or visit the cottages of the poor to help the sick." She gave Mable a look between hope and fear. "I know I'm too old for make-belief," she quickly said before Mable could, "but it just makes the days a little more interesting."
