Depression

Angela has been threatened and doesn't know what to do.

   The next day, I was so depressed that I didn't go to visit Gustafa at all.  I stayed on the farm, dragged listlessly through my chores, then went to bed early.  I wallowed in misery for what seemed like hours, then finally drifted off to sleep.  Takakura noticed my depression and looked a bit worried.  However, he was never one to pry, so he left me alone.  The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed at 9:00am.  Since I usually got up at 6:00am, this was going to put me behind on my chores.  Daisy expected to be milked and fed first thing in the morning, so she would be angry.  I grabbed something to eat, not really tasting the food.  I readied myself for another lonely day of nothing but farm chores.  I was too embarrassed to seek out Nami and try to explain the situation, and I didn't want to drag poor Gustafa into this mess. 

    I opened my front door and nearly walked into Gustafa, his hand raised to knock.  "Are you all right?" he asked with a worried frown, "I thought maybe you were sick or something since you didn't come to visit yesterday."  I thought about making some excuse, but I just couldn't lie to Gustafa.  "Nami hates me!" I blurted out and started to cry.  "She likes you too and she doesn't want me to get in the way."  I sniffled, then hung my head in misery.  "You both like me?" I heard the surprise in Gustafa's voice and looked up.  He seemed completely baffled by the fact that not one, but two women found him attractive.  A smile quirked up the corner of my mouth, then turned into a mischievous grin and I said, "Just think how jealous Rock will be when he finds out the local hippie has two girls chasing after him."  Gustafa's eyebrows shot up in surprise, then he started to smile.  "This might make an interesting song.  Don't let Nami run you off or I won't be able to finish it." he smiled impishly at me.  "I won't let her scare me." I promised, still sniffling a bit after my previous outburst.  Gustafa reached out and brushed the dampness from my cheek.  "No more tears." he whispered gently.  He tipped his head down and looked at me over the top of his dark glasses.  His eyes were as blue as the forget-me-not flowers this valley was named for.  I lost myself in those amazingly blue eyes and was caught off guard when he asked, "Will you come visit me tonight?  I want to play more of my song for you and Nami."  I frowned at the mention of Nami's name and Gustafa quickly added, "Don't worry, I'll talk to her."  I made up my mind and agreed to visit Gustafa.  I sincerely hoped his talk would help change her bad attitude.

Author's Note

This chapter is a bit short, but it was too much to add to the previous chapter and too much to add to the next chapter. Ugh! So complicated!