The Agenda: Day 29
Father is staying at a nearby town for one of the days we have off for Snowmelt.
So I’ve put social politics out of my head for now.
I really miss him, and am so looking forward to talking with him again.
He’s a terrible letter writer and I haven’t heard from him properly in months.
For all I know he could have one eye and a wooden leg by now.
He’s a little too good at getting information out of me, so I’m cautious.
Especially after all my recent run ins with the Gypsies.
Unfortunately, he is unlike my mother and has always been extremely fond of Laos.