Day three and still no sign of Angelou. I had been waiting for her since day one but still, no Angelou had returned home. The days that passed seemed like forever. The waiting process itself was torturously hellish, adding to my guilty conscience that was tormenting me even in my slumber. I was tempted to fetch her in their family home, which I am certain she could be found, but my pride constrained me.
I tried to occupy myself with things that will make me think less of her, but I wasn't successful. I even tried to distract myself by staying in the attic overnight and doing what I love to do best, but it was still futile. The image of her absolutely mad at me constantly enters my mind, which only heightened my travails.
