Tues. July 12th

STRAWBERRIES

Bonjour Grann,

I woke up late, as far as I could tell without a working clock; the clock on the cabin wall is only right twice a day. Inside camping is always best, Grann; you're right about that.

If I'd known earlier that Foi was in trouble, I could have saved the sea lion pup. She deserved life. Why does Dieu kill? If we're all Dieu's children, why do we suffer and die?

My world would be different, Grann, if I were in charge. Foi wouldn't have died. I wouldn't be lost. Papa wouldn't be mean. Ma mere would stand up for me. Bobby would care about me. And the twins would give me my space and stay out of my room.

But now I miss being home, and Debbie Lynn, and Patricia K. being in my room!

Wild Strawberries Growing in a Field

Even though I'm starting out late today, last night before I fell asleep, I thought about heading to Strawberry Clay to collect what strawberries I can find. I'll head to Strawberry Clay to collect the berries, but first I think I'll retrieve the wheelbarrow from Sea Lion Sand, and the driftwood I need for the altar, so I can finish it this week.

Please watch over me at Sea Lion Sand.

Ba' bye