Page 26 of A Witch's Guide to Surviving Halloween
October 30, 1967
Oh, if it hasn’t been the most awful day . . . worse than awful! I swear, I could go crawl right into the grave next to Father and die from heartbreak.
I asked Richard to drive me back to the bank today. I thought for sure today would be the day. I’ve been there every day for the past two weeks, sitting at Rat-Face’s desk and refusing to leave. I told him I’d be back every single day until I got my family’s bookstore, and I meant it. Of course, that meant I needed Richard to drive me, but he just had to drop me off in the morning and pick me up after the bank closed. No big deal. William could run the bakery for a little while each day.
But he said no! He said this was getting out of hand and that we planned to get married anyway, so we should just do it and put an end to all of this. I swear, I could have slapped him right there. But I didn’t! (Just to make that clear)
I explained to him (yet again!) that this was about more than “getting it over with.” I want to own my family’s business. I don’t want anyone to think I need a man to take care of me and tell me what to do. I am just as capable as him, and the moment we get married and he signs those papers for me, I would be telling the world that I need a man to approve all my decisions.
He said it shouldn’t matter what people thought! That as long as I get to keep Moonlit Pages and run it how I want, because he would let me (L.E.T. M.E.) run it how I want, then why did it matter how we got there?
He just doesn’t get it!
How could he? He’s a man, and everything has been so easy for him! This world was made for him. He’s never had to lay a path for himself brick by brick while people stood in the way, making the mortar go hard before you’ve even laid the next block. If I want people to respect me as a legitimate business owner and a proper part of this community, then I need to prove I have what it takes.
He said that our love should be more important than what people think or what any bank says! The bastard even asked if I even loved him!
I walked right out. Didn’t even look back. If that’s how he wants to be, then I don’t need him either. I’ll figure this out all on my own.
Occctoberrr3031, 1967 DAMMIT!
Sooooo . . . I found father’sssswiskywhiskey. The goos stuff too! I never did drunk before, but tis stuffsssss good. I like the way s looks.
Ssssssssssssss
Ssssssoooooo fun to write!
Sssssscrew Richard. His name doesn’t have any sssssssss.
I’ve been thnkin’ bout Mama. Bout all the things she taught me before she died—and the book.
Oh, the book! I love the book!
Book, book, book book book boooooook.
Mama said the book sssssshould only be usessed in secret, because MEN don’t like ti. It’s always the men! Putting us women down.
Well I’ll show those Blackwood men . . . we Nova girlsssss don’t need em!
From broken heart, a thread is spun,
Two bloodlines bound ’til all is done.
Like moon to tide, their fates align,
A longing deep, a cruel design.
Where flesh meets flesh, the storm will rise,
Old grief shall sever passion’s ties.
’Til truths unfold, and masks descend,
Two wounded souls, their stories lend.
Then, the curse shall cease,
And shattered hearts find loving peace.
