2019-05-21 - There's nothing you can do right now.

Emily had the sense that she had been screaming for a long time. Her throat was raw. "...my book! Give me back my book! Give me back my book! Give me back..."

Time didn't matter, but she thought this had been going for days again. Exhaustion didn't matter. Hunger didn't matter. They would stick needles in her, and those didn't matter. She would just mumble instead of scream. "give me back my book give me back my book give me back my book"

Every weekend.

Friday at five at night, her doctor would leave. Then the weekend orderly with his dead gray eyes would come in and take her book and grin a huge grin at her and close the door.

Monday at five in the morning, a slightly different orderly who still had the same dead gray eyes but his grin was a little bigger and she thought they must be related maybe would come and give her back her book before her doctor came back and found out what they did to her. "Say please!" he teased, then gave her back the book.

She snatched it. She retreated to the corner of the room and sank down, clutching it. She read the only thing she ever read any more. Over and over and over.

Em-hard to say it and you know I'm no wordsmith. But I wanted you to leave. Guess I'll have to do it instead. Love you but tired of this. Don't sell the house. Lucy loves this house. ~Logan