Journal, Day 14

Today is bittersweet. The eldest of our clan will be traveling north to the midwest for an extended period of seven weeks, where he will receive instruction in the art of ballet. Due to educational duties, our benefactor is unable to transport him to the avion center, and she feels forlorn. Although his transportation has been arranged, it is the absence of a formal goodbye just prior to departure that hurts her heart.

Last night we celebrated with an evening repast at a local saloon. Immediately, our benefactor had to accompany the youngest to the lavatory, where a door in the wall led her to exclaim, "maybe this leads to certain death!" In our usual fashion, the dinner eventually degraded into a bickering match, as we can't get enough of arguing in public, much to our benefactor's chagrin. At one point, one of us pretended to leave, so fully frustrated with our exercise of vicious wit. However, everything was quickly smoothed over with Nutella milkshakes.

Our home still remains a minor disaster, as the eldest female chose to indulge in a marathon of 'Gossip Girl' on the moving picture box rather than tidying up from her celebration. To say our benefactor was displeased is a severe understatement.

It will be so quiet without our clan leader, and not quite as neat. May the next two months pass with the speed of lightning, and may he be returned safely to our hearts.

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