35. Cordially invited.

I’m back in my cabin, just now returned, and have discovered an invitation to another gathering, later today – it is the same card that Velma received.


Looking at the blithering thing on the valance, why does it suddenly feel like everything is about to change, again?

Well, anyway, that’s it, dear diary – I’m going to tug down the blind and grab a few winks before ‘the big event’. However, in this newfound mood of paranoia, I must confess, I did notice a few rust-coloured stains on the carpet next to the vending machine, as I came down the corridor. But they can’t really be blood – can they?

Maud, why do I get the feeling I’m doing it again?

Why am I always ‘the last train out of the station’ with these things?

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