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in_ventingI'm with Dad now, and it's...
Well, I guess it's the same it was before. He does stuff I can't make heads or tails of, and I... er, I've been reading a lot. Maybe Eve and I can meet up again, and I'll trade some old books for new ones? I don't know how close I am to the park, though. Still kind of, I think. At least, so long as nothing finds me (maybe they don't like little girls?). Claire's probably pretty mad at me, though. I know she said it was my decision, but, I still feel like I owe her an apology. Actually, I feel like I owe everyone an apology, Claire to Leon and everyone in between.
Being left to my own business makes me feel guiltier, I guess. I don't think I like where the subject is headed, so I'll change it. It'll get better before it gets worse!
The apartment we're living in now is about the same size Claire's was. There are windows, but I don't like looking outside of them because the crabs seem to enjoy walking down this street. Maybe they were more scared of Irving Place? I would be. Uncle Billy could probably send them running with a glare.
I just made myself laugh, I'd better be quiet, though. Dad isn't as deep a sleeper as Claire was.
S. Birkin
Well, I guess it's the same it was before. He does stuff I can't make heads or tails of, and I... er, I've been reading a lot. Maybe Eve and I can meet up again, and I'll trade some old books for new ones? I don't know how close I am to the park, though. Still kind of, I think. At least, so long as nothing finds me (maybe they don't like little girls?). Claire's probably pretty mad at me, though. I know she said it was my decision, but, I still feel like I owe her an apology. Actually, I feel like I owe everyone an apology, Claire to Leon and everyone in between.
Being left to my own business makes me feel guiltier, I guess. I don't think I like where the subject is headed, so I'll change it. It'll get better before it gets worse!
The apartment we're living in now is about the same size Claire's was. There are windows, but I don't like looking outside of them because the crabs seem to enjoy walking down this street. Maybe they were more scared of Irving Place? I would be. Uncle Billy could probably send them running with a glare.
I just made myself laugh, I'd better be quiet, though. Dad isn't as deep a sleeper as Claire was.
S. Birkin
