It almost seems we are having rain today. It was a cloudy night as I prepared dinner for Mary. She has been asleep since Nina left and I have carried her right into the jaw. Now she is still sleeping soundly.
The dinner today is not pasta but Chicken parmigiana. It is a popular Italian American dish which I believe would suit Mary's taste since she is American by birth and soon to be Italian by marriage.
Marriage. The thought makes my heart skip a beat. I am planning on seducing my stepmother tonight until she provides me with good details on why she has to go to the hospital immediately after I leave the fort and also to honor my father's wish.
As I dished out the meal, I heaved a sigh sadly. Mary will be hurt greatly by my actions but it is time I started thinking like a psychopath
