Katerina
Well, can’t blame a girl for trying. I went there in that unexpectedly large and modern dining room and tried for one last time to be friendly. It all came to bite me in the a*ss. And that’s what I get for pretending to be nice.
No, I tell myself as I wander out of the house to the shadow behind it, no, I am to blame for even assuming I could reason with someone who could not be reasoned with. When I woke up today, somewhat refreshed thanks to the solid ten-hour sleep and the fresh air in the house, I thought it could be a good idea to try and fix things. If I am to stay here for an entire year or whatever, at least I need to be friendly with the people around. Too bad they don’t want friendly. So, war it is. I can be petulant like a child if that’s what he assumes anyway, right
