Blog of Noemi

  Noemi’s Blog I am getting ready for bed; it was just an exhausting day today.   Francis isn’t talking to me; it seems like he is even ignoring me.   Virgil, I’m just unsure of what he is all about.   He is constantly looking at me like he can read my mind, like he is really in my dreams, and he is making himself come to me in my dreams and he thinks it’s funny, cute, and cleaver.   He doesn’t know that I am on to him and this wicked, deteriorating, stale, and moldy house of his.   The walls breathe, they watch you, they listen to your every word, forget every word they hear your every thought.   It’s such a wicked place I cannot wait to leave.   I don’t like having to leave Catalina, but she is the one that married into the Doyle family not I.   I thought I could rescue her, that she would want to be rescued.   Then I see her, and she acts like she is content here, that nothing really goes on, she was just sick with TB and that is ...