Nana's memorial service was today. I think I must have shaken a hundred hands.
It seems empty, somehow -- after all, there wasn't much of anything left to bury after the explosion last spring.
Now I'm sitting among boxes full of her books, remembering how much I resented having to stay behind and pack them up. In the end, that saved my life.
Mummy and Daddy are urging me to take up the family business. I think that Daddy's still ashamed of what happened to cousin Wesley. I hear he's in California, doing quite well for himself as a private investigator, so I don't know why Daddy's so upset. But he and Mummy are insisting that, now that Nana's gone, at least *one* of the Wyndams should carry on the family business. Of course, there's no Council anymore, but that doesn't stop them.
Maybe I should have gone to MI5 in the first place, and not let Nana talk me into becoming a Watcher. Unfortunately, it's too late for that now.
Maybe I'll write Cousin Wesley and see if he needs an assistant...
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