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May 22, 1911
Francis stared out the window, wishing he were outside at Hanlan's Point Park, practicing his swing or taking fly balls. He had been antsy lately, frustrated with the way he'd been playing. He was only batting .159, and everytime he had a good game, he'd follow it up with three or four oh-fers in a row.
"Hello sir, can you help me open an account?"
The voice startled Francis, snapping him back into reality. He looked up to see Helen standing in front of him, wearing a beautiful pink dress and white hat.
"Oh uh...hi Helen," mumbled Francis, "sit down."
Helen sat down and laughed. "I don't really want to open account, just want to say hi," she said, "I hear you are playing quite a bit on the base ball team. I wish I could see more games but it seems that everytime I come home you guys are away."
Francis sighed, "yeah, I'm not doing great, but I'm working real hard with the coaches and I think I'm getting better."
Francis paused. "And I really like my new job. I'm so thankful that your father let me start working with the customers."
Helen smiled her big smile. "That's really great Francis, you look great in your suit."
Francis blushed, then looked down at his desk. "How are things with Jonathan?"
"Oh ya know, they're fine I guess," replied Helen, her smile gone, "It's hard because I'm working so much. Sometimes I wonder where he and I are heading."
Francis nodded. Awkward silence ensued.
"Well I guess I should be leaving. Me and some girl friends are going out tonight, you should come along," said Helen, her smile back.
"Oh thanks, but I have a date tonight," replied Francis, lying.
"Oh really? Wow, well good for you. She's a lucky girl." She smiled, turned, and walked out of the bank.
"A date?" Francis thought to himself, "I'm an idiot."
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