Clarissa
Saint had been gone all day. I wasn't quite sure where he went, but from the moment I woke up, he was nowhere to be seen. The evening was nearing and I was beginning to get tired.
"Clarissa , dear," Rosalinda began, walking toward me with a pair of garden scissors. Her dress was tarnished with dirt stains and her gloves did nothing to conceal her skin that peeked out through the tears.
"Yes?"
"Help an old lady out and start pulling out the weeds from those flowers over there." Rosalinda pointed in the direction of a bed of red flowers. The vibrancy of the red felt so pleasing to my vision. I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
"Of course." I smiled.
I kneeled down beside the flowers and immediately started to search for the invasive weeds.
Rosalinda began to hun quietly t
