I just got from my room with a book I found interesting to read from Razbill's shelves. It wasn't a minute yet since I sat on the two-seater chair in the living room, when Nana walked in with her large bag made of woven strips. She didn't come to the cottage everyday but she came either an hour before lunch, or in the afternoon before sunset.
It had been a week since we moved in here. Razbill would leave early in the morning and would come back before lunch and leave again and be back before sunset. When I asked him what he had been doing, he said he was checking something. I didn't think he was hiding something from me but being left alone in the house bored me. I enjoyed the solitude though. Having nothing to think and stress about. But I knew I couldn't last staying idle here doing no
