Song Drabble 16
Adelaide's Lament
"He just won't tell me!" the girl wailed, whipping the feather boa off her neck with an overly dramatic flourish and depositing it onto a nearby chair.
"Well," Kairi followed behind her, trying not to openly gawk at the some of the absolutely racy outfits lying about the dressing room, "sit him down and ask him."
"I tried that!" the older woman continued with her melodramatics. "Every time I make him sit down and talk to me, he makes some excuse, gets up, and runs off!"
"And that is why," she plopped down into a chair and began to fan herself with – was that a fan? It looked like a peacock tail. This woman certainly had a thing for feathers – a mass of feathers, "we've been engaged for fourteen years and never married."
Kairi smiled inwardly. She certainly knew how hard it was to get a guy to commit. "Well, keep trying," she advised. "But let him take his time. Don't worry, he'll figure it out."
She sniffled. "You really think so?"
"I know so," Kairi assured her. "Believe me, I know so."