Delphine
The men were lucky that Delphine was used to being ordered to do things, in such a polite manner. The stern tone took her back, not that she missed him, but she did miss the structure that her husband had provided in her life. She's sullen, setting the bird down on the table, before she lays her head down, cradled in her arms.
She didn't want water. She didn't want to sleep. She wanted to forget. After a moment, she pushes herself upright and reaches for the glass, holding it in both of her hands, because she's trembling slightly, and does not want to drop it.
Setting the half-empty glass down, she focuses on the bird.
She didn't want water. She didn't want to sleep. She wanted to forget. After a moment, she pushes herself upright and reaches for the glass, holding it in both of her hands, because she's trembling slightly, and does not want to drop it.
Setting the half-empty glass down, she focuses on the bird.
Let me make you smile, darling.
