Lady Lynda beamed with confidence. True not everyone signed the petition but enough did. Now the woman beaming with pride rang the doorbell of the house on the corner of the block of row homes. This time instead of a queay uneasy sense her feeling was one of unlimited confidence.
Lady Lynda was feeling a smidgen under smugness. At least this was the last residency. Once she did her duty here she could go home. Yes she could go home knowing she did her work for an essential cause in for the neighbors.
The woman confidently rang the doorbell. There was no response. Thinking that maybe the resident wasn’t home or didn’t hear her. She tried a second time. The next thing she knew , there was a tall, lanky man coming to the door. He was slightly bent as if he carried the weight of world or felt he did.
His facial features were that of a man who looked as someone would imagine Nathanel Hawthorn’es Ichobod Crane. That is if the literary character was real. With a longish nose that pointed as sharp as steak, carving knife. It seemed too long for his craggy face. Downturn lips looked as they were frozen in that position because of constant scowl. His lips themselves rather thin displayed only a complete lack of warmth for anyone or anything. His eyes a watery grey that reflected complete misery. His bone structure craggy to match his disposition.
Lady Lynda was taken aback. Her first thought was to turn back. Yet somehow she reminded herself this man was the last of her contacts. Surely she could get through without being scathed. And even if she did there was Seymour to comfort her.
The woman cordially greeted him with a good evening. The man retorted with what was so good about it. Seymour Toze’s wife stuttered as his response took her completely by surprise. It took at least five minutes to regain her composure. She wondered if she should forget trying to convince or give it one more try. The one thing she knew of her situation was at the very least this man was challenge. Now the question she asked herself was she up to it?
Lady Lynda as quickly as she could , weighs the pros and cons of her situation. On the one hand she reflected he struck her as lost cause. On the other nothing ventured nothing gained. Her conclusion was she’d go for the latter.
Now the question was how was she going to convince this epitomy of misery. She concluded she’s try to see the world through his eyes, his perspective. Here was a man who stood in front of her . He was most likely so miserable because of his life’s experiences. Of course she concluded she wouldn’t talk of his past. She’d only realized he was a poor dear victim of his past circumstances.
With that in mind her feelings turned toward sympathy. Here was a man who was a poor, dear victim of the vissistudes of life. It was duty to bring some sunshine in this unfortunate man whose circumstances surely weren’t his fault. With that belief in mind, Lady Lynda cheerfully greeted him.