Hope has given us more hope for those children as yet unborn. Already she speaks a little. She is definitely developing rapidly. I'd been sitting with Anne and George, trying to decide who will go on the next hunting party. Hope crawled in, looked at the three of us, and said "Sky light". Perhaps she meant the sun. We don't know. If she did, then someone else must surely have seen it.
The sun is a sight we've all been dying for. Even a star. Any sight of it. Ah, that Hope did see the sun, then surely it would have to show up again.
Any day now I should have my own child. There is always a doctor, and at least three trainees (who the doctors jokingly call their apprentices) near me. Right now Heather, Robert (I've mentioned Robert before. He's become her best student) Jennifer, Andrew and Gary are right outside the room, ready to attend me as soon as the child is ready to be born.
Young Robert is amazing. He is so much quicker than everybody else to learn his lessons. He is the only one so far who's allowed, on certain occasions, to treat a patient alone. He still has a lot to learn, but he'll be the first trainee to beome a doctor I am sure.
Ah, I feel so fat. With the size my belly is, I wouldn't be surprised if it's triplets inside of me. Any time now.
Soon I'll stop writing and go outside. I can hear the musicians warming up their instruments. Three days ago they decided that music must not die. Several musicians, along with a group of people wishing to learn, went out to find supplies. Three days later they returned. They made good, although primitive, instruments and began instructing students on how to play. Tonight we will have music. Completely new music, composed just recently by four of the musicians. It should be nice. One song, I know, is about Hope. I'm not sure exactly what the lyrics are. Hope knows a song was written about her. She doesn't know, however, what that means. She doesn't understand what music is really. She is such a bright child. Not yet a year old, but already moving around on her own, and speaking. It's amazing.
Our ears long for music. Tonight we shall have it, for the first time in a long while. It will be nice.
It's sprinkling!!!! I can hardly believe it! Only sprinkling!!! This is the first time that rain has fallen softly since the war, or as many people prefer to say, the beginning of the new age. Perhaps I will start using that, I don't know. It does sound better than "the war".
Did I write about the mutated cat yet? I don't think I did. Shelly, an eight year old girl brought in this cat. She kept saying that somebody put the kitty together wrong. The cat, who we affectionately call Mutie, had two tails, and an extra leg. Each of it's feet has an extra toe. Someone suggested we put Mutie out of his misery, but we refused. While Mutie is deformed, he's in no pain. He's a happy, friendly, playful cat. We'd wondered at first why this cat would be so friendly. Shelly wouldn't tell us at first where she'd found him. After a couple days she broke down and told us. She'd been playing near the pits, when she heard Mutie crying. She'd gone looking for the "poor lonely fuzzy kitty". It didn't take her long to find him. Mutie was curled up near a dead woman. When he saw Shelly, he ran to her. She brought Mutie home.
The woman has now been buried. She hadn't been dead long. Apparently she fell into one of the pits and broke her neck. Too bad.
Mutie is curled up in a basket by my feet. He sort of moves around from me to Shelly. Shelly was a bit weird about such an odd looking cat at first, but now has found her joy with Mutie. Shelly is now healing, as are we all.
Christine
