Chapter 29
Myrtle took a deep breath, stretching her arms. "Ahhhhh…" She yawned longingly. "Oh my… you look quite tired, don't you?!" Agatha observed. "Would you like more tea, perhaps? I'll make some more!" "Huh? No, no" Myrtle said. "I'm good! I was thinking about heading home now."
"You're sure you don't want more of my wonderful tea you're so fond of?" Agatha asked. "The tea full of amazing ingredients!" Myrtle yawned again and smiled, "You win! One last cup before I go to bed."
"Roger that!" Agatha said. "One last cup! It will ease you to sleep, you'll see. You know my tea contain a plethora of stress-reducing agents, right? And a bunch of other things super useful for the body. It's good for you! Particularly for what you're suffering from!" "That's why I like it so much," agreed Myrtle. "Your tea is my favorite!"
"By the way, I shouldn't have kept you this long. I apologize. You've been here for hours now, waiting for Agnes with me. You didn't have to. Me and Agnes' problems don't concern you after all."
Myrtle took a few steps around the apartment and walked towards a window.
It was beginning to be less dark outside. Soon it would be dawn.
"What are you talking about? Of course it concerns me! You and Agnes are my friends! Earlier this evening when I saw you from the stairs, you were so worried! That made me worry too!"
"Agnes is driving me crazy," Agatha affirmed. "I appreciate you coming over. You're a breath of fresh air. Your company kind of kept me away from worrying even more, so thank you. But still, sorry."
"That's alright!" Myrtle said. "We got carried away in the conversation and lost track of time. It happens all the time! I didn't mind waiting for Agnes. Thank you too for trusting me enough to tell me what's happening, what's really going on…"
"She still hasn't returned my calls nor answered my texts." "She will, hopefully. Soon. Who knows? Maybe for once, things went normally on her end?" Agatha sighted at that.
"You know what?" Myrtle said "Agnes will be thrilled to find out the extent you're willing to go in order to break the curse!"
"If I don't, who will?" Agatha asked. "She can't save herself, she's too scared! She won't take action and I don't blame her. She's confused."
"She was so sad when I first met her," Myrtle remembered.
"I can't tell you how I felt the first time I witnessed her vent about her breaks ups… I think it was when you moved in this building."
"I hope you were not too bothered by that behavior of hers…," Agatha said. "Not at all," Myrtle reassured.
"It definitely wasn't the best way to meet your new neighbors, was it?" Agatha asked. Myrtle shrugged her shoulders, "I knew dead-on she was going through some harsh times. New neighbors or not, I didn't judge."
"Agnes usually doesn't show her emotional side in public," explained Agatha, "Especially crying in front of somebody she doesn't know well. She'd rather hide certain feelings and put manners first! A flawless first impression is always her goal when meeting new people."
She took a pause, then said, "After those strange events, however, being reminded of the happenings would sometimes trigger her panic. She'd freakout anytime, anywhere, without regard to who was watching. She'd mumble a lot, she'd mention her husband and… and how the events occurred after he passed away."
"Her late husband was a frequent subject of talk," continued Agatha. "She was depressed, and on top of that, dealing with rude in-laws." "Oh no… These can be the worst! The in-laws..."
"They've been giving her a hard time since the man died. They were quite rude during her mourning time. I even had to intervene once or twice just so they could back off a little. She was thrilled I was there!"
Looking in the void, Agatha seemed transported several years back, "Agnes and I lost touch when she got married. It wasn't like in college years when we used to have fun all the time, spending time together and sharing everything. Now her husband was her everything."
"She had her life, I had mine," added Agatha. "She loved this married life of hers over everything else until… well, you know what happened. He died. His funerals, however, brought Agnes and I closer again. I've multiplied my visits to her place, to see how she was doing. Our bond was back. We were 'sisters' again and it felt great, especially after life parted us."
"Losing touch with close ones is so common after marriage...," Myrtle said quietly.
"That was no longer the case with us, thankfully," Agatha said. "After the funerals, Agnes asked me to move in with her. She needed family close-by, family support. Not in-laws harassment. Real support."
"Definitely." Myrtle agreed, nodding.
"So I went there and stayed a few months until we decided to move out. Too many things reminded her of her husband. She needed a fresh start. A new place was a good idea. We decided to leave the cottage life for the city life."
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