After a while, we found out we had a great deal in common, movies, hobbies, food, and such and as we became more familiar, she thawed out a bit, actually laughing once in a while.
We sat up till late hours discussing all sorts of things. I have never met anyone like her before. She was smart and witty, but very sensitive, sometimes overly so.
I had to be careful when we talked about certain subjects, she was easy to anger and difficult to reason with when angry.
We had some very animated discussions about a great many things. I made it clear from the beginning that I wanted to hear her real opinions, and I could handle her differing from my views.
“If we all thought the same about everything, the world would be extremely boring.” I told her. “I welcome an alternate viewpoint.”
She continued looking for work, to no avail. I spent most of my time studying, getting ready for the project to start.
One evening as we were finishing up dinner she turned to me. “I been here way longer than I planned.” She lamented. “I need to start paying my way.”
“Don’t sweat it.” I assured her. “You’re doing all you can, besides, without a job, how are you going to do that?”
“I…I don’t know.” She started to tear up. “I just feel guilty, like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“You are not.” I said. “You’re in a difficult situation, don’t make it harder by putting unnecessary pressure on yourself. I also enjoy your company, it gets lonely around here sometimes.”
“Well, I can at least clean the house and do the laundry and shopping.” She smiled. “And I can cook too, if you want?”
“I think that will do nicely.” I answered. “I’ll have more time to study, but I still want to cook sometimes.”
“Deal.” She smiled.
We always ate together, at least when we were both home, and continued our discussions, covering just about every subject you could think of. She even started sitting next to me on the couch, leaning against me as we talked or stretching out, laying her head in my lap.
As the weeks progressed, I noticed her becoming withdrawn, even depressed.
“Queen, are you OK?” I asked one evening at dinner. “You seem down.”
“I’m fine.” She snapped, mumbling something under her breath. “Just…No..fine.”
“I’m not blind.” I probed. “You’re upset, talk to me.”
“I’m lonely…ok” She spat.
“Since you started the estate project, I’m here all alone, and even when you’re here, you’re studying in your room. I miss our talks, spending time together.”
“To be honest, I miss that too.” I lamented.