( I am really, really beginning to dread these meetings with Proctor and Yang to discuss Ercole Zabini. )

( I’ve made Susie promise that she’ll go out and do something fun tomorrow, away from the hospital... )

I keep starting notes to Julie, crumpling them up, and tossing them into the dustbin. Doubtless if Priscilla were here she’d give me a stern lecture about the importance of conserving paper and parchment, but she isn’t, thank God. She went home after Alessio’s brother told her that Luna was safe in Spain, and then Laurens went home right ( Read more... )

( I am so far into the doghouse I might as well take up chasing hansom cabs. )

(  If every day were like today, I would be just like Laurens. )