Alexander’s tone softened Sunny’s visage with a flicker of sympathy. Though rather than apologize again, she simply bowed her head a fraction.
She understood his irritation. When she and her brother first arrived in Greensbrooke it took little more than two visitors bearing plates of welcome treats for her to understand the intent was to gather information on them. The nosey housewives didn’t like that she kept to herself. They might have even been insulted by her crossing the street entirely to avoid talking to them as she walked Rae-ning to and from school. Sunny imagined that was really when the rumors started up. It was suddenly common knowledge that you shouldn’t talk to “that Song girl.” They assumed she was probably more interested in sleeping with their silly husbands, wanting to break up perfectly happy families just because her own was so miserable.
In reality, Sunny only preferred to talk to their husbands because they gave her straight answers. They didn’t care who she was, where her parents were; if she had a boyfriend, or how old she was– but they got their ego stroked a little when they received a simple thank-you for helping her find the god damn grocery store. Never mind her being a decent human being, those women would talk about anyone they didn’t dig up any dirt on. She wondered if Mr. Robinson was also a victim of their outrageous claims.
Hopefully not. He seemed nice enough. “Thank you,” she replied awkwardly as he complimented her on her name. Luckily none of those housewives were around to see her blushing. They would have had a field day with that. She was happy, however, to be asked about her brother. Her dark eyes peered off into the park as if she wished Rae-ning were running towards them now.
“He’s working on a baking project with our neighbor.” Sunny gently tapped her cheeks with her cold fingers to help soothe the warmth. “I was commanded to have my own day and well–” A hand waved absently to indicate the literal rain upon her parade. “I ended up here with a bar of chocolate I don’t even know why I bought.” She frowned slightly as she considered her reasoning.
“I don’t even like sweets, but…to be honest,” She tried to smile but it was obvious she was feeling a little embarrassed, “I probably don’t know the first thing about having time to myself either.”
She understood his irritation. When she and her brother first arrived in Greensbrooke it took little more than two visitors bearing plates of welcome treats for her to understand the intent was to gather information on them. The nosey housewives didn’t like that she kept to herself. They might have even been insulted by her crossing the street entirely to avoid talking to them as she walked Rae-ning to and from school. Sunny imagined that was really when the rumors started up. It was suddenly common knowledge that you shouldn’t talk to “that Song girl.” They assumed she was probably more interested in sleeping with their silly husbands, wanting to break up perfectly happy families just because her own was so miserable.
In reality, Sunny only preferred to talk to their husbands because they gave her straight answers. They didn’t care who she was, where her parents were; if she had a boyfriend, or how old she was– but they got their ego stroked a little when they received a simple thank-you for helping her find the god damn grocery store. Never mind her being a decent human being, those women would talk about anyone they didn’t dig up any dirt on. She wondered if Mr. Robinson was also a victim of their outrageous claims.
Hopefully not. He seemed nice enough. “Thank you,” she replied awkwardly as he complimented her on her name. Luckily none of those housewives were around to see her blushing. They would have had a field day with that. She was happy, however, to be asked about her brother. Her dark eyes peered off into the park as if she wished Rae-ning were running towards them now.
“He’s working on a baking project with our neighbor.” Sunny gently tapped her cheeks with her cold fingers to help soothe the warmth. “I was commanded to have my own day and well–” A hand waved absently to indicate the literal rain upon her parade. “I ended up here with a bar of chocolate I don’t even know why I bought.” She frowned slightly as she considered her reasoning.
“I don’t even like sweets, but…to be honest,” She tried to smile but it was obvious she was feeling a little embarrassed, “I probably don’t know the first thing about having time to myself either.”
