Chapter7
Erik froze, how in the world was she able to tell he was throwing his voice?
"I could hear that your breathing was coming from the opposite direction," Angéle said, "Would you like to join me monsieur? I hardly feel like you should need to hide from me. I would not mind the company of someone parents did not hire to stay with me." Angéle was surprised to hear how forlorn the man's response was.
"I doubt anyone would desire my company, mademoiselle," Erik hardly felt he had the right to share this young lady's company.
"Don't be ridiculous, I insist you quit hiding and sit with me," Angéle found this man fascinating, his voice took her breath away. It was like music even though he wasn't singing. "Please, monsieur? I never get to have a real conversation with anyone. I am always pitied for being blind. I just want to have someone who will talk with me."
Erik could see this woman's pleas were genuine. She seemed to be almost as lonely as him. Angéle heard the sound of a door opening towards the left side of the front of the box. She realized this man had been hiding behind a trap door. She heard someone sit down next to her. Angéle extended her hand towards the stranger.
"My name is Angéle LaFleur. It is a pleasure to meet you," she said with a smile.
