Train respond at that moment, "That won't be necessary Torren. Didn't you say she is my friend. So I will take you and see if I can recall who this Miss Wayman is?"
"No need for that dad, I invited her over for the weekend, after she asked if you returned, Dad I believed she is from a very poor family."
Train watch him walk to the window as he lean his head on the burglar proof. "Why do you say that Son?"
"Well from what I observed dad, her clothes are outdated and her shoes are worn out."
"Does her appearance bother you Torren?"
"No dad, not in the lease, it was just my observation."
"Then I believe it's time you give away Dalia clothes."
"Now you are talking madness dad, I design all her clothes myself."
"I know son, but what are you keeping it for? There are people like Miss Wayman wearing clothes that are outdated.
And having no idea where their next meal is coming from. And you have a heap of beautiful clothes just rotting away."
"Dad, please stop that, it reminds me of my love for Dalia. Is that too hard for everyone to understand?"
"Torren, it is already two years, it is time to let go and move on."
"I will dad, I just need some more time that's all."
"Well son, I just hope it is not another two years?"
"Do you have to say it with such remorse, Dad?"
Turning around only to realize that he was all alone. "So whose voice was I hearing, and who was I speaking to?
When did I start hearing voices again? I had only turn my back looking at the flowers garden.
When he told me to give away Dalia clothes. Was I so lost in my thoughts that I lost track of time?'
Recalling how Miss Wayman was attending to the roses Sunday. 'Oh God, I feel like I am losing my mind once more.'
When the clock bang three. "Dear God, was I standing by the window for an hour and a half, was I daydreaming?"
Stepping away from the window seeing Liz, "Liz how long did Dad left?"
"Sir, your Dad has been resting about an hour now."
Whispering to himself, "I have only been home a week now. What is wrong with me?
Miss Wayman said in time of confusion when I feel I am going out of my mind. To just call the Lord Jesus for help."
Unable to understand what was real from what was an illusion. Torren slowly walk up to his room.
Sitting at the edge of his bed, closing his eyes as he pray. "Oh Lord Jesus, please help me, I don't want to lose my mind again."
When the room feels like it was closing in on him. Unable to sit any longer Torren sprint on his feet.
Then rush through the door and out of the house into the rose garden. Unable to say for how long he keep calling on the Lord to help him.
"Help me! Lord Jesus," feeling someone hugging him, "Oh Lord, I am scared."
"There's no need to be scared Torren, now take some deep breath." Sensing his anger as he looks so confused.
"Were you hearing voices in your head again Torren?" Afraid to answer after what just occurred.
Shawney sees when he just nodded.
"Then listen only to my voice."
"How can I Miss Wayman when there are so many other voices in my head."
"Okay, Torren can you see my face?" When he shakes his head.
"Well, I supposed not, with your eyes close, how can you?"
"I am hearing your voice though."
"That is a good sign, so I know for a surety that your mind is not playing tricks on you.
Now can you bend your head a little forward, very good?" Kissing his lips then ask, "Are you still scared Torren?"
"Not so much, but it is still a bit confusing in my mind."
Shawney seeing how frustrated he was, together with his confusion. "Okay try and relax, can you feel me still hugging you?"
"Yes, yes. I can," feeling his embrace tighten a bit around her waist.
"Do you still think you are daydreaming or is it real?"
"I don't know anymore, you told me you will come weekend."
"That's not true, you invited me for the weekend."
"Yes, yes, I remembered, but today is only Friday."
"Tell me what is the date today Torren?"
"It's February the 14th"
"Yes, so you are not confused and your dates are not mix up. Now will you please open your eyes for me?"
"Miss. Wayman, I am afraid to."
"But why Torren, you are not confused. Now will you please open your eyes, there's nothing to be afraid of?"
"Miss Wayman if I recall clearly I invited you for the weekend. Now if I open my eyes, you might not be here in front of me."
Hearing her laugh, "That's not true Torren. It seem as though you have forgotten, the weekend begins from Friday evening."
"But it is not evening yet Miss Wayman. "
"Oh, my friend, it is already after four in the afternoon. And I wanted to ask you out to dinner this evening."
" Miss Wayman, it is not safe for me to mingle in a big crowd."
"Torren you will be in my company, now take some deep breaths. And open your eyes, and there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Please, not yet just allow me to hold you for a few extra minutes."
"Torren, there's no need to be afraid."
"But just suppose I open my eyes and I am daydreaming?
Or even having an illusion. Then I will miss out holding you for an extra minute."
Hearing how she was laughing, she sounds so free and happy.
Making his heart glad and it slowly removes the fear that was stifling him.
When she said, "Then I should apply for a job here, so I will always be near you."
"Will you work for me, Miss Wayman?"