Gilda's P.O.V.
"Gilda!" I heard Sajana's voice at the front door. I got up and opened the door for her.
"Hello!" I greeted. "How was your school day?"
"Great!" she exclaimed. I raised my eyebrow and smiled. She was like the daughter I never had.
"Come in," I gestured to the living room. A cup of tea and a glass of juice were already placed on the table.
"Did you finish all your homework?" I asked. "I don't want you to not finish because you were helping me."
"Oh yeah," she said, and I noticed a blush entering her cheeks. "A friend and I did it together during spare period."
"Oh really?" I said, amused. "A friend.... I see."
Sajana did a terrible job at hiding her feelings.
"And what is the name of this friend?"
"Holden," she answered, that blush coming back at the mention of his name.
"We can both see that you like him," I said, stating the obvious.
"Well, yeah..." she trailed off, looking at the ground.
"Tell me about him," I prompted.
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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...