I was positive she was someone who who would understand, who could help me. Now . . . I’m not certain at all. Even Julia looks at me like I might be suffering from dementia. Even she doesn’t seem convinced that I’m in danger in this rambling old house.
Oh, yes, Julia tells me I’m suffering through a Neptune transit and my energy is depleted and even my thinking is foggy and blah . . . blah . . . blah . . . but I know she doesn’t grasp the urgency. I may be old but I’m not crazy. I still have some time left and I’ll be damned if I'll let anyone take that away from me!
It’s taking so damned long for these old bones to heal. Thank heavens I have my companion and my housekeeper living here. I wouldn’t stand a chance if there weren’t other people around to protect me. I know they’d be carrying me out the door feet first.
I have to get someone to believe me. And after what happened to our gardener, I know the clock is ticking. I’m running out of time.