InsaneJournal

My mask finally feels like cooperating with me and staying put, and the boy has finally stopped causing all my instruments to play Vaudeville trash. Thank God.

I feel this will be the last time the boy and I trust anything that Miss Fleck gives us. It may well be part of her revenge for all she says we did.

If that is the case, I shudder to think what she'd do to Mademoiselle Giry and her mother.