Well, Charlotte was able to sneak away from her parliamentary duties for the day, so she came over here for what she thought was just a friendly cup of tea. Little did she know what I had in store for her.
"Charlotte, I want you to do something for me."
"What is it?"
"I want you to find out what Joseph's been doing in his den."
"You mean snooping?"
"No, I…I don't mean snooping…"
I did mean snooping.
"I just suspect he's up to something and I want to know what it is."
"Oh, I don't know…"
"Please Charlotte? I wouldn't ask if I weren't so deeply concerned."
"Well…where is he now?"
Bingo!
"He's gone out shopping as far as I know."
Little did I know at the time that he was in one of the spare rooms, trying to avoid me.
"Oh, please help me, Charlotte. I must know what he's been up to."
"Alright then, let's go."
After she agreed to search for me, I took her up to the den and she started going through his desk, bless her.
"I haven't found anything yet."
"Look in the drawers, there's something in the drawers."
I heard her open a drawer, but she said there was nothing in it. That crafty Joseph must have moved what ever was in it.
"Keep looking, Charlotte."
"Found something."
"What is it?" I was eager very to know what it was and still am.
"It a bunch of papers with writing on them."
"What do they say?"
"Well, the top one says…JOSEPH!"
"And what do the rest say?"
"No, I mean he's right behind you."
One bad thing about being blind is that unless you have super good hearing, you don't know if somebody else has entered the room.
"What?" I turned around and felt around for him (accidentally feeling a bit more than I should have), "Oh, golly."
"Why are you two in here going through my things?"
Damn that Charlotte. She told him the truth (although I don't blame her; she's a terrible liar), "We were just…Clarisse wanted to know what you've been doing in here and she asked me to... I'm sorry Joseph."
"Charlotte, would you please give us a moment alone for a minute?"
"Certainly, excuse me."
It sounded as if she left in a hurry. Poor Charlotte, I didn't mean to drag her into this; it's just that she has good eyes and I don't.
"What do you think you're playing at?" He was furious.
"I thought you'd gone out."
"Oh, and that gives you rights to ask someone to go through my things?"
"Yes, when you're being secretive it gives me full rights."
"I…no it doesn't!"
"So if you weren't out, then where were you?"
"In the spare room!"
"Why didn't you come back to bed last night?"
"I fell asleep in the den." Suspicious or what?
"Why, what were you doing in there?"
"You'll find out in a few days. You are so..."
"Why don't you just tell me what it is now?"
"Because it's not finished!"
"What is it?"
"A surprise for you."
"A surprise for me? What is it?"
"It's a surprise! Just be patient for heaven's sake or I won't give it to you!"
"Alright."
I am so anxious to know what this surprise is. Why can't he just give it t me now? Maybe it's a cover-up and there is no surprise. But what would he be trying to cover up?
Joseph came into the bedroom when I was recording today's events and to my surprise, he started yelling at me. I guess he wanted to wait until Charlotte went home, which was actually an hour ago, but that's not important. I've noticed that Joseph does all his yelling at nighttime. I think it's because there is less chance of anybody overhearing, since no unexpected visitors come around at night. Anyway, this is what he said:
"Why did you invite Charlotte around to go through my things? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have your privacy invaded? Of course you do! So why did you do
it to me? I'll tell you why. You can't stand not knowing what's going on around you, which is understandable, but not when it's none of your business. Did you go through my things when you still had your eyesight?"
I didn't reply to any of the things he was saying and I was trying not to listen for fear that it would start the depression.
"I bet you did. God, if that's the case, then it's probably actually better for my sake that you're blind."
That hurt. What a fine choice of husband I made, picking on the blind and he still asks me why I didn't want to marry him.
He slammed his hand on the doorframe and then headed into his den. Looks like I'm going to be spending another night alone.
I'm currently trying to keep my tears from falling. I know I was a naughty girl today, but first thing tomorrow, I will ask for forgiveness. Now, to keep myself from further upset, I will now talk about the other events of my day:
When I woke up, I ate breakfast, then had a shower, then dressed, then brushed my hair and got Joseph to make it look pretty (not sure how that worked out, not being able to see it), then I put on my lipstick and eye shadow (Joseph says I'm getting good at it, but I still need him to do the rest), then I realised that I must sound boring talking about the small details of my day, so I'll just stop now.
I should really go and talk to Joseph, but seeing as though I'm already comfortable, I'd prefer it if he came to me.
Maybe I'll just yell out to him, "Joseph!"
Wow, it worked! He just came in.
"Is there something you wanted?"
"I'm sorry I made Charlotte go through your desk. It was inconsiderate, inappropriate and insanely stupid of me."
"Thankyou."
"Forgive me?"
"No, but I'll try to forget about it. I'm sorry I said that thing about you being blind…can I borrow that after you?"
"What?"
"Your tape-recorder."
"Why do you want it?"
"Never you mind."
"No, if you're not going to tell me why you want it, then you can't borrow it."
"I'll forgive you."
"Alright, just let me finish up. Could you come back in a minute?"
"Of course."
Well, that went well. I wonder what he wants my tape recorder for? Oh well, I'll try not to think about it. Maybe it's got something to do with my surprise…I wonder what my surprise is…
