March 19. 1860. Monday

Fery was here yesterday. He wanted to know if there was any news concerning Mia. I told him what I have been telling everyone these last few days. That my wife ran away without leaving a trace or taking anything with her.  He seemed interested in just this, but who could blame him? Everyone wonders about this disappearance act of hers.

After a while, we had dinner together and he commented “Jarrod, my friend, you don’t look so good. Have you been eating properly?” as if this short, chubby man could tell me about how to maintain a healthy body. I told him, as politely as I could that it was nothing. That I was not in the best of health. That little man is starting to annoy me, but then again, it could just be my lack of energy lately.

After Fery left, I noticed he had forgotten his cain. I wanted to be nice to the man, so I took it and got my carriage ready. After a short trip, I arrived at his house and rang the doorbell. His wife answered the door. It seemed, he had not yet arrived home. It had now gone four hours since he left my castle, but still he had not gotten home? Even I had gotten there before he did. I waited for him and he arrived about an hour after me. I gave him the cain and he seemed a bit awkward about the situation. We both laughed it off and I went home.

Today, on the other hand, was not as jolly. I received a letter from Derek. It seems, he has started to like coming to the castle, now that it seems to be looking rather presentable. In the letter, he told me that a lot of his friends lives closer to castle Crowley than to his castle, and he is wondering if he could have some sort of party here with some of them. I have not yet responded to the letter, yet I already know I will say yes. I am not to found of big crowds of people I do not know, wondering around my home, without me looking. I am thinking of a few ground rules. One: no entrance to the library, armory or kitchen. Two:… I really only have the one for now, but I will think of more.

Jonahs food can no longer be avoided, it seems. The expense of having your own storage of food is to big, it seems. As you probably already realized, me and Fery ate his food when he visite… (again, Jarrod! The book is not a person!) Good night, dear diary…