Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Even though he made a fuss, Gilbert still moved closer and scooped Sherilyn up in his

“Lean on me, don’t want you falling!” he reminded her.

Sherlyn stayed silent, just leaning into him.

A pleased smirk played on Gilbert’s lips. Ah… she was being quite cooperative now.

After he got her settled in the car and buckled up, Sherilyn opened her mouth, her voice raspy, L.

“What? You wanna say something?”

Gilbert’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Don’t tell me you think I’m overstepping, that you didn’t need my help!*

“No.” Sherilyn paused, shaking her head. That wasn’t what she was thinking at all.

Sure, she had been annoyed with him before, but that was a different story. Tonight, he had saved her, helped her.

With her eyes cast down, she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “Thank you, thank you for everything.”

Suddenly, a spark lit up in Gilbert’s eyes, his heart skipping a beat.

“I see you still have some conscience left. Alright, the doc said you shouldn’t be talking, so keep it quiet. I get your sentiment,” he said, before walking around to the driver’s side and taking her home.

Sherilyn was off work for the next couple of days, courtesy of Colin from the Neon Nights

Bar

The next day, Gilbert stopped by the Southern District Sanatorium to check on Sylvia.

“You’re here? Just in time.*

Sylvia, ever concerned about Sherilyn’s boyfriend situation, immediately started inquiring. “Did you find out? What’s Sherilyn’s boyfriend like?”

“Grandma.” Gilbert’s expression was a mix of relief and irritation. “Let’s not dwell on it. It’s

over‘

“Over?” Sylvia was surprised. “How come? Sherilyn said he was good to her.”

‘Good?” Gilbert scoffed disdainfully. “The guy’s old enough to be her dad! Already has

kids…”

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“That won’t dol”

Before Gilbert could finish, Sylvia’s face fell in outright opposition. “Sherilyn’s being foolish. With her qualifications, why settle for that? She’s a Johnson, for heaven’s sake. Surely, she can do better?”

Seeing Sylvia on the same page, Gilbert couldn’t be more pleased.

“Exactly my thoughts. I don’t approve either.”

“Mmm.” Sylvia advised, “You need to handle this properly. Does Sherilyn listen to you? Maybe I should talk to her?”

“No need.” Gilbert reassured his grandmother. “You just focus on getting better. Leave this to me, it’s already taken care of. They’ve broken up.”

“Is that so?”

Hearing this, Sylvia heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s good… If Sherilyn listens to you, she’s not completely lost.”

Gilbert remained noncommittal.

Not completely lost?

If it weren’t for a bit of maneuvering on his part, that girl would still be headstrongly charging at windmills.

“Gilbert,” Sylvia advised her grandson, “You did well this time. In the future, keep an eye on Sherilyn like you did today.”

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Leaving the Southern District Sanatorium, Gilbert drove to Serenity Street, the trunk of his car loaded with things Sylvia wanted to give Sherilyn.

It was a perfect excuse for a visit.

When the knock came, Sherilyn was in the middle of making soup.

All day, that’s all she had managed to consume. Her throat was so sore, even swallowing water hurt. She had no choice but to stick with soup.

Hearing the knock, she rushed to the door, puzzled to see Gilbert standing there with bags

in his hands.

He was here again?

“Make way!”

Gilbert, burdened with his cargo, stepped inside, placing the bags on the shoe cabinet near the entrance, then turned to Sherilyn, who was staring at him, dumbfounded, and frowned.