Chapter Eighteen
Dear Watcher,
We’ve only just now realized that a terrible blight has struck the garden. The life fruit plants can be harvested only once; after that they don’t produce any more fruit. The same goes for all the other plants as well, but the life fruit ones are critical. Without them, I…fail. I need 10; I have one, which Flora will soon plant in the hope that it produces 3 or 4 at once.
My mother is doing what she can prayerwise, but I’m pretty sure we’ll run out of time.
In other news, Gregor, Flora, and I are all getting older. We didn’t have a party; none of us feels much like partying.
Before I realized that we had a disaster in the garden, I thought things were going pretty well. So well, in fact, that I proposed to Joshua when I met him in the consignment shop.
He accepted, of course.
Imogen went off to the prom last night and had a pretty good time. She became romantically involved with Jamaal Masters, a boy she’s known since grade school.
She celebrated by pranking the computer.
Watcher, don’t feel bad about the wreckage of this dynasty. It’s not your fault you don’t have any sales resistance.
Regretfully, Quatra Langerak
