sixty-two

Wednesday, 31-Mar

Do you remember, dear Annie, our many conversations about living in a world tailored for extroverts? You and I, we’re observers. You, of course, put your watchful tendencies to good use as a psychiatric nurse. Highly commendable, though it didn’t end up being good for your mental health.

Even off duty, you couldn’t help analyzing Nathan. I agree with what you wrote about him in your half of this journal. He’s an interesting case. Quite paranoid, as far as I can tell, but not because of the outside world, except maybe for that daughter of his. Zoe. Fly, be free, little girl. But no, all she wants is a redo on her past. Have you noticed that people prefer their cages?

I find myself more attracted to Nathan than to his daughter. While spying on him through his kitchen window—binoculars, as you well remember; that’s where my observational skills lead me—I caught him fondling his knives in the most abstracted way.

How tantalizing. I know that look. I’m sure I’ve been described as abstracted. I wonder if there’s a way I can use his fascination with knives. Thoughts are forming—a way through the upcoming complications.