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I called my mother today. I spent about an hour talking to her. She cried and everything, but my brother Vicky was right. She wasn't angry. Well...not with me. Which was what I was so afraid of. I don't know why. I told her I'd see her soon, but I'm not ready yet. She understood that too. I think she knew it was because I don't want her to see me like I am. She's good like that.
Anyway. Good things are happening. I couldn't believe it when I saw Vicky standing there outside Timothy's door yesterday. But I'm glad he found me. Very glad. He was telling me all about the columns he's been writing, which I'm not allowed to talk about because it's all very hush hush, you see. And I think tomorrow he's forcing me out in to the world for coffee or something. Expect me to be a nervous wreck, Vicky. Just so you know.
But things are okay. I am okay. I really am.
Anyway. Good things are happening. I couldn't believe it when I saw Vicky standing there outside Timothy's door yesterday. But I'm glad he found me. Very glad. He was telling me all about the columns he's been writing, which I'm not allowed to talk about because it's all very hush hush, you see. And I think tomorrow he's forcing me out in to the world for coffee or something. Expect me to be a nervous wreck, Vicky. Just so you know.
But things are okay. I am okay. I really am.