post 2

She looked like a mannequin. Her heels were too high and she wore too much eye makeup. Honestly though I felt bad for her. Women who did that usually felt insecure about themselves. The look of pure disgust she gave me made me smile though. My appearance was not so savory as perhaps it once was. Her eyes took in me and Königin in one horrified glance. Then she turned and went inside. It was her mother’s house, I think. A few moments later, raised voices came from inside the apartments. I crept to the window and looked in. Frauline Corbie was seated in her rocking chair with her daughter standing above her, looking furious. Then the daughter turned on her heel and left. I crept back around to the front of the house. The daughter stood there, by her car, crying her eyes out. I approached softly.
“Entschuldigung, Frauline.”
She turned quickly, wiping tears from her eyes. The tears were replaced by an accusing look.
“What do you want?”
“Perhaps I can help?”
“You? Help me? It is because of people like you that the world has problems.”
“Perhaps, Frauline, you are too worried about the world’s problems about which you can do nothing. Perhaps you are not concerned enough about those problems which you can solve.”
For a moment, a thousand emotions stormed behind her eyes. Then she got in her car and drove away.
Königin nuzzled up against my hand. I smiled down at her.
“Danke, Leibshön.”