I woke up to Franny singing. It was a strange song, one with many sad notes and lines. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sweet melody, glad that she hadn't stabbed me in the night, a worry I had every night.
The humming stopped, and was replaced with a telephone ringing. I heard Franny pick it up, and sigh. "Hello?" She asked, already knowing who it was.
"Hi. What are you calling about? Is everything alright?"
I hadn't talked on a phone in years. I didn't really have anyone to talk to, though. Not since my sister's death.
"Honestly, Daisy. You do this enough times a day. Shouldn't you be used to this by now? I get, it's sad, but do you really have to call me about it so often?" A pause. "Daisy, I know that you have a hard job, I get it, but mine's only slightly less stressful than yours." Another pause. "Yes, it is, but mine's not all sunshine and rainbows. Do you know how many people die giving birth or die as they are born? A lot." A long pause. "Yes, I know. Daisy, I have to go. No, I'm fine. I don't get cold very often. Okay." A small pause. "Daisy." Granny sighed. "I know, just-please. Things won't work out. We've been through this. Okay, okay. Bye." Franny placed the phone back into its stand, and sighed, humming her song. Even without the words, I could hear them in my head. I longed for her to start singing again.
Opening my eyes, I wasn't expecting such brightness in the room. I didn't notice the small window at the top of the room, the window that sunlight flooded out of. Franny squealed when she saw that I was awake, and started bombarding me with questions. "How'd you sleep? Were you comfortable? Would you like anything to eat? How do you like your eggs? Would you..."
I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to answer all the questions. "Good, yes, sure, scrambled..."
Two hours later, Franny and I were filled up with eggs and giggling, like old friends reunited. "A turtle? Oh gosh, why a turtle?!" I laughed, hardly able to breath.
"Anyway," Franny said, getting over her laughter first. I swallowed the rest of my chuckles and focused in her. "Yeah?" I asked.
"You still have a friend to make. It was your dream from last night, remember?"
"Oh. Yeah. I thought that you were my friend that I was supposed to make."
Franny tittered quietly. "No, no, darling. I've got a friend for you."
"You do?"
"You may have heard me talking to her on the phone this morning. Her name's Daisy."
Oh. Daisy. The one with the sad life, just like me. And Franny. Hell, was anyone happy?
"How will we meet each other? Is she coming over here? Will I meet her then?" I inquired.
"Not here. We have a few... problems with each other. We're still friends, but not in person. You may have met her a few times, actually. But you will not meet her here. On that note, you should get going. You are welcome to sleep here every night, if you need a place to stay, but Fate calls for you to meet your friend. My friend."
I nodded, advancing towards her for a hug. "Thank you," I said, and I meant it. "Thank you for...all you've done. Really."
She nodded in my arms, and we bid each other farewell.
