7 July
Derek and his young friend arrived yesterday, but I haven't seen much of either of them yet. Both claimed tiredness and didn't join us in the evening. Actually, Derek claimed tiredness, Boyle just looked blankly at the floor, then followed Derek's directions to the guest room.
He isn't awake yet, but Derek is, and has gone through about 6 cups of coffee already, and it's only 8 a.m. I think that our new guest stressed him out more than he would admit. Which may not be such a bad thing. He hasn't noticed yet, but one of our upstairs guest bedrooms now has air conditioning. Of course, most people use tradesmen to put it in, but well, the soccer ball was handy. And wet, which is why it slipped and missed it's target.
Julia has made several cracks about it already, but surprisingly, Derek has still not picked up on the fact that something is strange in his precious house. Well, I guess there's something, or should I say, someone, else stranger to distract him. Our guest doesn't bother me as much as he does the others.
Alex is so wired, she's jumping at every single noise. Waiting for him to make an entrance, maybe? And as for Julia, if I didn't know better, I'd say she was feeling nervous for some reason. Could it be that she likes Boyle? Could be payback time. I think even my priestly vows would tolerate one indiscretion.
Derek just left, for yet another cup of coffee. The look on his face as he left was enough of a warning. If I'm not doing something, research wise, when he gets back, he'll have a little project for me. Something like Alex's little assignment. Even the translations of those old Legacy journals would be more interesting than what he has planned for me. I'm sure of it. And perhaps some demon trickery might offer some inspiration.
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