That's Life (English)

eleven

On Sunday evening I sat down at my small but nice table and wrote a letter.
To Arthur.
I had to think back and forth, what and especially how I wanted to write.
"It must not be too long, but not too short."
I picked up a pad and a pen and took notes.

After ten minutes there were four points on the paper:
- I like him
- Great neighbor
- Amazing way of life
- looking forward to the meeting

Surprisingly, I have never had such problems writing a letter.
I wrote sentences and smoothed them out again.
Like for an hour.

"I don't know why you make it so hard for you... It's not a love letter or anything like that..." I said to myself.

I had a design that I liked and took my expensive linen paper. In order not to be able to misswrite, I switched off the music first. I wanted to make the letter look good.

"Finslly."  I took one of the envelopes from my mailbox and wrote down his and my address, in the right places.

With a small piece of scotch tape I locked the letter and put it on the table in front of me.  "Finished."

Arthur's POV

"Mom, why are these letters to Thomas Wayne so important to you?"
I doused her head with water. She sat in the bathtub like every second day and lets me wash her.
"If he got the letters, he would surely help us, because I worked for his family."
I shook my head.
"Mom, he doesn't seem to care, and what do you think he's going to do?"

"He might answer that he's sorry and send us some money so we don't have to go on living like that, Happy."
She looked at me.
"You've been trying it for several months, he doesn't seem to want to help or you doesn't care."
I didn't want to have to keep thinking about the oh so great Thomas Wayne.

"I don't want you to talk about him like that! He's a great person!" She crossed her arms.
"Please understand, Mom. He's not going to help us. He's not thinking about the poor people. He's just supporting those who have enough money to make it worthwhile. He just thinks of himself."
I took the prepared towel from my lap and put it over her shoulders.
"You'll see, Happy. Thomas comes and saves us."

I could hear a soft knock. Was it at the door?
"I'll be right back." I said, running out of the bathroom, left around the corner to the door.
I looked through the peephole and saw Lila standing there.
I watched her a moment longer before I opened the door.
She held something in her hand, but I could not see it clearly.
She straightened her hair with her free hand and stared steadily at the door.

So I opened it and smiled.
"Hi.", I said and put my arm against the side of the door.

Lila's POV

Arthur opened the door and casually leaned against it.
He wore a brown shirt, which he had pushed up to his elbow and a blue too large sweatpants. Anyway, she looked like one.
I didn't know exactly what to say, so I was glad Arthur started talking first.
"Hi." Was his greeting.
"Hey .." I didn't know how to behave, which I thought was very strange.

"What's this?" Arthur pointed to the envelope in my hand.
"That's for you."
I could read his rising panic in his expression.
"Is it back from the city?"
I shook my head and handed him the letter.

He looked at the sender and smiled.
"That's no money, is it?"
I shook my head again.
"No. Just read it."
Without saying anything, I turned on my heel and went back to my apartment as fast as I could.

Arthur's POV

I closed the door and met my mother.  "That was just Lila, it's all good." I hid the envelope behind my back.
"Will you make me dinner soon, Happy?"
I nodded and could only keep her from running behind the back into the kitchen.

But before I prepared the dinner, I sat down at the table and opened the envelope.

I read him slowly. With each sentence my smile became wider and wider.
Although I didn't know how she got the idea to write me this letter, but I was glad.
And indeed, my aggression against Thomas Wayne slightly eased it.
I put the letter between the pages of my journal and closed it.

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