Chapter Fourteen
A sort of routine formed over the next couple of days, and truth be told, I didn’t mind it so much. Heck, there were even some moments where I sort of enjoyed it, so long as I didn’t dwell too much on the mind-numbing boredom and the distinctly painful hunger.
Jonathan was usually gone by the time I woke up, which I didn’t mind so much because it gave me the opportunity to read from the black book. I never did it when he was around; he didn’t like to catch me reading. He didn’t say anything, but it always made him cranky, so I learned to put the book away when he was around, if only to make our shared life a little bit more pleasant. I might have stopped reading the black book altogether, for it never got to be any more informative or well-written than Geraldine’s entry,
