Good evening Miss , I wanted to know if you could buy a ticket for me? they won’t let me in otherwise. Here, I have the money.
I would love too!
I feel like a genuine criminal. I mean this sort of things against the law, isn't it? I do hope I haven’t done the wrong thing. You mother knows where you are, dear? I mean she does, doesn’t she?”
In a small house lived a lonely elderly lady by the name of, Mrs. H.T. Miller. She was a widow who her husband left a reasonable amount of insurance. She had very few interests and no friends to have a meaningful conversation with. The others that lived in the building didn't seem to notice her presence. Her routine was always the same. She kept her other rooms clean, smoked an occasional cigarette, prepared her own meals and tended a canary.
What’s your name, dear?
One particular day, after Mrs. Miller finished her usual routine, she decided to go to the movies. Waiting in line at the box office she noticed a little girl behind her. Her hair was the longest and strangest Mrs. Miller had ever seen : absolutely silver-white, like an albino's. She was thin and fragilely constructed. There was a simple, elegance in the way she stood with her thumbs in the pockets of a tailored plum-velvet dress.
Why, isn’t that funny, my name’s Miriam, too. And it’s not a terribly common name either. Now, don’t tell me your last name’s Miller!
No just Miriam.
In the theatre, Ms. Miller and the little girl find a seat. She asks her if her mother knows about her whereabouts but the girl doesn't answer.
A few hours later...
I'm coming, please be patient!!
Mrs. Miller tries making conversation with the white haired girl.
As she makes conversation with her, Mrs. Miller commes to find out that her and young girl share the same first name.
After spending a great time with Miriam, that same evening, Mrs. Miller ate dinner and decided to prop herself in bed and sleep . In the middle of her dozing off, the doorbell kept ringing.