I didn't sleep very well last night. I suppose that's to be expected with having a late-afternoon nap, though.
All this time, I was reading these blogs, keeping up with events hundreds of miles away, and now I find out he's been here all along. How could I have been so blind? Looking back, there were signs. Stress, well, the stress could have been anything. But she was afraid to go into the woods. She knew. Why didn't I notice?
And what happens now? What has been happening? I was sure of myself. I was finally managing to figure out what the world was like. Now I realise how very far out of the loop I was - still am.
-Calm yourself, Barb. Melodramatic imagery won't get you anywhere closer to understanding what on earth is happening.-
I know what I'll do, I'll ask future-Barb. (Something I do when I'm stressed about something that I can't possibly know the answer to is to write it down for my future self to answer when she finds out.)
Right then. Questions for future-Barb:
- How did my mother discover Mr. Tall?
- Was she being followed?
- Was her death natural causes, or was she murdered?
- Why would she draw an operator symbol at the back of her diary?
- Am I being watched?
- Has he been watching me ever since I was a child?
- Is it all my fault?
I just hope I can keep this all from Dad. He's already a little suspiscious, so I can't let on that anything's the matter.