14 May 2027
Friday. One lady tonight had never been in a house like mine before. She said so at the door, and on the stairs, and to the wall. Her friends had been in lots of them, and they told her to stay close and keep her eyes open.
She stood in the corner for a little while. Nobody stays in a corner in my house. There are things to find in every room, and in the dark everybody ends up with something in their hands whether they want it or not.
By the end she was the one telling the others where to look. The others were the ones in the corner. I find that very satisfying, the way the quiet ones wake up.
Margery says the hardest part of my house is not seeing things, it is understanding them with your heart going like a drum. Margery has never had a heart. She has excellent theories.
— Cathy (please come back)
