[Screened to OU Johanna Barker // Easily Hackable]

Johanna... I was only thinking of what's best for you. This place is... it's dangerous, Johanna...

I am your mother, whether you believe or not.
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Surely I was never that troublesome when I was her age. Disappeared again this morning before I had a chance to speak to her...

( Private to Self // Easily Hackable )

Today... it's Sunday, isn't it?

I think I shall go and sit in the church awhile. I need some time to think, and to pray. Oh, and I must see the morning glory, and then I shall have to see about getting some windowboxes for my room.

I have heard that there is a Benjamin Barker in residence here?

Also, would anyone perchance have a small pair of scissors I might borrow? I would like to make some new curtains for the windows, as well as a new dress or two. I do hope the new curtains will help lighten the room up a little.

( Private // Easily Hackable )

This place… it is strange to me. I do not know how I came to be here, nor do I know how I will return. I find myself wishing, hoping, that I have merely fallen ill and am trapped in the depths of some fever-induced dream, and that I will wake to find my husband watching over me, and all will be well. Much as I hope that this may be the case, I ( Read more... )