i am rather fed up with grown-ups. except perhaps miss ceejay and miss mara, whom are always lovely, i think from now on, i shall have nothing to do with any grown-ups, for they vex me terribly.
miss star has evicted my mother phaedra from the bakery, and now mother is terribly grumpy and hasn’t said a word to me in ages… i rather do not know what is the matter with miss star, since her awful accident… tho’ she told me when i visited that she dobbed pip into the priests, as some sort of a game!… and when i asked her if pip had done something to annoy her rather, she said quite sternly, “i don’t want to talk about it.”
and when i told my stepfather, underby, of all this, he said he would handle everything!.. quite as a grown-up should, i think!… and yet all he does is serve rather a lot of bloody marys at the bar, or play with his cards and smoke his pipe… and i don’t like his new doorman either, for he smells.
i reconciled with mother and underby so that i might spy on them at first… for the babbage occult research committee, rather… and then, for a while, i grew to be very fond of them instead, and i hoped i may cure them of their wrath, simply by being about them and showing their good, caring side to themselves… well… so much for that.
i do hope we the urchins may try to rescue my fath- pip… for i feel pip is not quite so much to blame for everything, being at the mercy of his binding to stepfather, and his vexatious nature… and then i shall stow away to steelhead, to miss mara’s farm, where i shall have nothing very much to do with anyone, except zaida and gilhooly and all the other urchins, for life may be rather better that way.
((out of world for a little while… do take care everyone))