I guess my words about frustration really worked on Celestine. We didn't sleep much that night. It kinda felt like she was feeling that I called her out, and was trying to prove that I was wrong, that she was taking good care of me. Or maybe it was just her unnatural stamina. At this point, who knows?
I started the day with breakfast. My wife joined me in the kitchen when everything was almost ready, and then the rest of the family showed up. John was there too.
His appearance gave me this sudden urge to twist somebody's head off. Weird, right?
I fought the urge because there was a more important topic to discuss, so when we gathered by the table, I came forward with everything I heard from Will. Obviously, I didn't tell them that there was a chance of somebody acting from behind the scenes, directing this whole thing. Celestine joined me, telling them all what was her solution to the problem.
