Chapter 7: About Birthdays, Cameras, and Guys Paragraph 1: Happy Birthday To Me
Entry 39 Dear Erik, It's my Adult birthday today.
My
Adult birthday.
I just realized what that means. One whole stage of my life, just gone, spent without you.
Most people would look forward to this rite of passage, marking perhaps a turning point in
their lives; shaking off that last naive bit of youth.
I lost that the day you died.
So for me, my birthday marks nothing but the passing of time. Time's a funny thing
though, not static, always moving. Past, present, future, they're all one. Every day I
spend without you, is another day spent without you, but is also another day closer to
making everything right. And I
will make it right, I promise you that!
While I'm sitting here, reflecting on my Young Adulthood with you, it's very clear what
the most significant events in my life have been. Your death. Realizing what my new
purpose in life would be, to get back that which was stolen from us. And finally meeting
Caitlin; the road to my - to our - destination.
Things really are going rather well. There are days where I'm not feeling sad all the time.
Caitlin's really quite talented at gardening, so I have confidence that will turn out just
right for us. I wish she could garden without complaining all the time though, but really all
that can do is give me a headache.
I'm still working on my cooking - since I couldn't convince Pauline to do so - but I don't
have very far to go. Which means I have a lot of time on my hands to do what I love
most.
Painting.
And even that's become more enjoyable with Pauline sculpting next to me. She's a
remarkable young woman, I definitely underestimated her. She's so incredibly perceptive.
She has a knack for picking up on people's moods and she's always one step ahead of
you. I don't even get around to arguing with Caitlin anymore, Pauline seems to know
just what to say to defuse every explosive situation. I do wonder how long that can last
though, she won't always be around.
But for now, for now it seems to work.
The only annoying thing about Pauline is that's she's so
chipper. Always trying to get
others in that same, childish, mood. I think that's why she wanted to throw me a birthday
party. But I don’t
want a party, all the people, and all the noise.
I like being alone.
You may have noticed I haven’t said anything about Hank yet. He’s proven a bit of a
complication in my scheme. I instructed him to go fishing – I
needed him to go fishing,
but he simply refused! So I ordered him to do the work around the house, figuring he’d
get tired of it soon enough and gladly pick up fishing. I was only partly right on that. He
did get tired of all the housework, but fishing is not on his mind. He’s just gone, all day
long. Probably picking up girls at the park. Still, something has to happen. I’m not
touching those slimy monstrous creatures and we need that
one fish.
Picking up girls…
Girls!
I think I may have figured out how to persuade Hank! I’ll just
Sorry love. Pauline called from the house – I have to go now. I wonder what she wants...
I’ll talk to you soon again.
Happy Birthday to me,
Your Agnes
Authors Note: After writing all of Chapter 7, I realized that it had become way to big to be one update (once I start writing I have a hard time stopping 
). So over the next few days I'll release the different paragraphs I've split Chapter 7 into. Good thing about this is that everything is already written, so nothing will stop me from posting an update a day until Chapter 7 ends! Sorry about this update being so serious, it was supposed to be offset against the lighter "rest of the day", but well, you know what happened there.
