Author’s note: My game is NOT cooperating with me and hasn’t been for some time. I’m on the search for a new computer and if that doesn’t work, it could be time to say good bye to the Plumbs.
Hey, it’s me, Savannah Plumb Cheesman. I’m not dead, it just feels like I am sometimes. :\
So, Satis and I were talking over breakfast. It was just me and her left in the house after the other kids had gone off to school. She’s due to become YA soon and I asked her about her future plans. “So, an apartment, a house, what?”
I was stunned by her response. “Return to Egypt.”
“Why?” I asked. “It’s dangerous there now! Much more than when I went.” I can’t say that I’m up to date with the current political situation in Egypt, but I know it’s total chaos there.
“Egypt needs me.”
I let out a deep breath. I couldn’t tell Satis that she’d be resented even more because she was raised in the States by a blond, green-eyed Anglo Simerican. I can’t tell anyone anything anymore. I have to bite my tongue. It sucks. I so wanted to tell Satis not to go to Egypt. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
What’s happened to me? Have I become – soft – in my advanced age? Ewww, I hate that word.
This picture was recently published in one of the tabloids, of AJ and his roommate, a kid named Grayson O’Connor. Seriously, who’d send a KID to Fort Starch? He had to have REALLY acted up. Apparently they separated Sety and AJ, which was recommended by the judge.
Andy’s already made himself a few new friends, and they talk about sports and stuff. I hate it here in Hidden Springs and am kind of feeling left out. I thought getting Fireball would help but it really hasn’t, as I’m not as much of a horse person as I thought I would be.
We (well, Andy) got Sage a $1400 simolean Hanoverian show horse named Traveller for her teen birthday. Though the poor creature was wiped from his journey to our rented house.
