Since William informed my Father that I will be leaving very soon, Father wanted to move his study upstairs into my room. First we finished packing up all my things, not that there was a whole lot, and then we moved all my furniture out. There wasn’t a lot of that either but it was heavy work.
Yesterday, after we carried in Fathers desk, chair, and somehow managed to fit his bookshelves in the room, I packed books from one room to the other – up and down the stairs all day.
I am happy to do the work though. It means I do not have to be close to the window. Every time I am in that room I have an urge to look out the window and see if that man is down there looking up at me.
I am sure now that it was a man. The image of his face just outside my window has passed through the terror I immediately felt and settled into something more real and understandable. He was so pale. His skin was nearly white and his hair was flaxen. His eyes were the most amazing thing - pale blue like frozen ice.
I still feel the fear when I imagine it…him…but I also feel something else - curiosity.
But it doesn’t really matter now does it? I will be in William’s home and away from this place soon.
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