Deirdre's home, she's staying with me for a few days. She's just fine.
And Madame Butterfly is no more.
I died again.
It was kind of amusing.
What is not amusing is having a very sick nephew. Next time I'm rushing down the stairs, I'll probably be more careful about...not tripping.
I told my dad off!!!!!
Also, he's in a bit of pain. So now I get to discover why he's stuck here, judging my fashion choices with his eyes.
Business with the Templar (which went mostly fine by the way, though Razvan would probably enjoy a card or three as he got a little roughed up) brought us to Chile recently, and ever since I got back, Caleb has been telling me about Chile non-stop. He had to study Chile for school. He seems quite keen to inform me of all the things I missed. And I realised I was there and I didn't take in any of it. I never do. Not Nova Prata or any of the places in Romania or Chile, I don't consider myself as having been to any of them. The Templar have tainted all of it.
Also, a friend of mine, Father Kilpatrick, suggested that I go with him to Vatican City next month. He is helping me finish up my thesis, and he has been a wonderful advisor over the years. He isn't in the know, as far as I know. He simply has certain opinions on the danger of fanaticism that are in line with mine. Of course, the second he suggested I go with him to Vatican City, I might have made a flimsy excuse and run away from him and then called up Saul to have Dead Meat check him out. He was clean, by the way. But I refuse to go back to that place.
I think spending three weeks in a hole under the ground of someplace would do that to anyone.
So...I suppose my rather obvious and rambling point is that travelling does not equal the Templar. Well. That and I have issues, but who is surprised there?
As soon as certain familial obligations negate themselves and the children are on holiday, the family and I are off to Valencia for some quiet time. Would anyone like to come along?
So my father is here. It's a really long story which is confusing and it avoids the main issue anyway.
Which is that my father is here.
Ben can't know.
Ben, I really enjoy having you as my brother. Getting to know you has been wonderful and I look forward to continuing to know you in the future.
I need you to trust me and don't come over for the next three weeks without calling me first. I've already explained to Lydia that she shouldn't have Andy over and I spoke to Noah. I will explain why to you if you ask, but please...trust me that you don't want to know. It's nothing dangerous at all and you can still call if you'd like and I can come over there if you want. It's just very important you don't come here.
Flynn left me a note this afternoon to say that he's left and not to look for him. This, of course, means I'm looking for him because I am terrible at letting people go. And I worry.
Apparently I worry other people too. Today I sort of maybe might have been thrown into a wall ish. Abby insisted on x-raying my everything (I think I may start to believe she just wants to see if she can make me glow) and there was a shadow in my brain. One CAT-scan later, and it was nothing. Why does everyone assume that any time something happens, it's cancer!? I don't have cancer right now. You all make me nervous!
I should be resting but instead I'm going on a Flynn hunt. I was never good at doing what I should.