Jeanne's secret

The week passed slowly with the days seeming longer than normal but I managed not to notice it. How could I make that comment then? Because of Joan

Every time I came home from work at night, she just grumbled that the days seemed to go on forever and that she couldn't wait for November to finally end. It was the first time she was in such a hurry for something as trivial as the end of a month and of course of a curious nature - I know it's a bad fault - so I decided to m inquire about the situation.

It's not every day that Jeanne worries about something so insignificant, she always has her feet on the ground, she is not the dreamy type and prefers the concrete to the abstract. For her, nothing beats what pragmatic guesses and dreams are for those who can afford them. She used to say that people like her don't have time to dream and that time should be used to produce something useful.

This is why seeing her talk so childish about day length makes me feel like she has something planned