Diane Evans - Alex
On the fear of sounding sallow, I guess I would look at the connection between
you and my daughter. I mean I don't think that you are a bad friend to her.
But she changed so much in the last years that I just want to know why.
It seems like only a short time ago that she was hanging out with her
snobbish girlfriends. Not giving a boy the time of the day if he hadn't a
certain required rank.
I didn't mean to stare the first day when you picked her up at the house.
I really didn't. But for a moment I felt like asking 'You sure you are
looking for Isabel Evans?'.
But you were at the right house. And from the smile that my daughter wore
as she came down the stairs it was the right girl too.
She walke over and embraced smiling. But it was more like a friend. And from
the pain in your eyes I could see that the implication was not lost on you.
Over time I found out what it ment. She told me later that how good a friend
you were. But that you felt a littlebit more in return.
I asked her what you are doing about it.
And she said nothing. I guess I didn't belive my ears when she told me that
you were content being her friend even when you loved her.
I guess that was the day that I started hoping that my daughter might change
her mind.
I think if I had one minute of your mind I would satisfy that one little
curiousity that I have about you.
On the fear of sounding sallow, I guess I would look at the connection between
you and my daughter. I mean I don't think that you are a bad friend to her.
But she changed so much in the last years that I just want to know why.
It seems like only a short time ago that she was hanging out with her
snobbish girlfriends. Not giving a boy the time of the day if he hadn't a
certain required rank.
I didn't mean to stare the first day when you picked her up at the house.
I really didn't. But for a moment I felt like asking 'You sure you are
looking for Isabel Evans?'.
But you were at the right house. And from the smile that my daughter wore
as she came down the stairs it was the right girl too.
She walke over and embraced smiling. But it was more like a friend. And from
the pain in your eyes I could see that the implication was not lost on you.
Over time I found out what it ment. She told me later that how good a friend
you were. But that you felt a littlebit more in return.
I asked her what you are doing about it.
And she said nothing. I guess I didn't belive my ears when she told me that
you were content being her friend even when you loved her.
I guess that was the day that I started hoping that my daughter might change
her mind.
I think if I had one minute of your mind I would satisfy that one little
curiousity that I have about you.