Mandy's Diary Today
Justin pulled my hand away from the room, while I just blinked, terrified at what might have happened. What will he do to me? What punishment? Whip? O'clock? Guillotines? What do you think, Mandy? Do not be crazy. Justin is not a butcher.
He led me into the living room where the children were already sitting in a circle in front of the fireplace. Well, I just realized it was already seven o'clock in the evening when my eyes fell on the clock hanging beside the fireplace. Shouldn't Justin be taking me home—or rather Aunt Mary from out of town? From the corner of my eye glanced at Justin who just gave a flat expression. Geez, what if he gets mad at me for what I said earlier? Justin is hard to predict. I have lived with him for more than four years and now his thoughts are still difficult to predict. I pursed my lips sideways waiting for him to speak.
