Darla
“But I do know he’s charmingly handsome,” Berylene spoke as though in a reverie. I noticed Beryl smile, making me retch at her.
“How are you suppose to know what it feels like?” She added, defending herself. She attacked me with her penetrating gaze. “You’ve never loved and will never love with that attitude.” She then huffed.
Beryl knew I wasn’t going to react to this since she knew me and how less I cared for such ludicrous things. I did not uphold such a task to execute. She held my hand and soon I found myself running behind her again.
‘Where to this time?’
“Take care you two!” The ladies in the saloon waved at us, bidding us temporal goodbyes for the day. They smiled at us, enthusiastically.
Berylene’s attitude had a way of always persuading people around her to do things
