An Encounter With a Handmaid

Today was an interesting day. It stood out from most in the past few years. I ran into a handmaid in my home yesterday evening crying. Normally, I would simply stare and walk away, however on this particular time, I felt like I needed to do something. I approached the heap of red sobbing in the corner calmly and gently rested my hand around her neck and bent down to look into her eyes. Her pupils were bold and the liquid blue color beamed at me and glistened with tears.
"What's wrong?" I asked hesitantly.
For a moment I thought she almost jumped as if I frightened her, however she just looked down and wrapped herself into my arms.
"Lu...Luke..."
The words seemed to barely come out of her mouth as she sniffled and wept.

Who was Luke? Should I know at the top of my head? What relevance does he have with this young lady? I wanted to know. I could simply just ask, however I felt different about forcing a question down her throat this time. I will never understand.

Those handmaids are interesting, mysterious people. I can't imagine how corrupt they live, and how much of a change it is from their previous ways of life. My opinion is that they should receive more freedom in the public world despite the amount of hatred and discrimination against women.