Gilda's P.O.V.
I don't think I've ever had such a wave of emotion come over me in a long time. I felt scared and anxious and guilty and excited all at the same time. Pacing my living room, I took a sip of water every five minutes, but did nothing more than that.
Eventually, I could take it no more.
"Sajana!"I called up the stairs.
"Yes, Gilda?" The answer came slightly muffled.
"Come down for a break, honey! You've been working hard."
In answer, she came hopping down the steps in a few moments. I attempted to mask my emotion and invited her to sit in her usual chair. In the kitchen, where I had gone to retrieve some cookies, I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain my composure. When I stepped out in the living room, I plastered a smile on my face, a smile that Sajana mirrored.
"Have some cookies," I offered, holding out the plate.
"Don't mind if I do," she said, taking two off of it. I sat down in my chair while she munched on the first one.
"So, have you found anything unusual up there?" I asked. I tried to make it casual, but the second I asked it, my heart sped up significantly. My face felt a little warm as well. This is not good for an old woman.
"No," replied Sajana, chewing on her second cookie.
"Not unless you find a really old radio unusual," she chuckled. I laughed along uncomfortably. Apparently, she caught on.
"Is something wrong, Gilda?" she questioned. "You seem nervous."
"Is it that obvious?" I asked, discreetly wringing my hands.
"Yeah," she replied, stretching out the word. "Perhaps it would help if you told me what was on your mind?"
"Yes," I sighed. "Perhaps it would."
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Stranger to Me
Short StoryGilda Perkins would be the first to say that her life was okay. Retirement was a sweet place to be indeed. Every afternoon, she had a cup of tea and settled down to read. They were peaceful and restful, and Gilda believed she needed nothing more for...
