Day Twenty-One

The rosebush was full of red roses, the best kind-tea roses.  Sometimes I thought I could smell them from up on the porch of my house.  I loved to look every day at the roses.

My landlord watered the roses, but did not speak to me.  I thought he seemed offended with me and thought perhaps it was my lack of speaking with him in the past.  His housekeeper and his wife sometimes spoke a few words to me, and I to them.

One day I hear the landlord saying, 'She doesn't talk to us, she only gave us a book.'  I prayed for words for them, but didn't know how I would speak yet.

I mopped the floor, did the laundry and dishes, fed the cat, and responded to emails.