Journal, Day 16

The night before, the benefactor, having worked until the tip of dusk was just gliding below the mountains, arrived home to discover the eldest female splayed on the settee, engrossed in an anthropological study of youth titled, 'Gossip Girl'. It is her third time studying the ways of this culture. The living space was relatively tidy, again surprising, until the eldest inquired about a social gathering for the following evening with her confidants, which explained the brief spurt of motivation.

This morning was thick and still. Not even the dog rose to greet the benefactor. As she wandered into the kitchen to concoct her daily chai tea blend required to manage at her place of industry, she discovered the kitchen sink refilled with dishes that must have mated and birthed overnight, as she had diligently emptied the sink the night before. She then went to the ice box to retrieve her imported butter needed for her breakfast beverage, and discovered the eldest female had left an approximately 1/4 inch square in its wrapper. This may mean certain death, as this is not the first violation of Kerrygold the eldest female has performed.

Hastily, the benefactor whipped up her liquid refreshment and shuffled off, deciding that death, at the earliest, would be left until later. Perhaps your prayers will spare her.