Maze is not okay.

Maze has been busy. Her dad got strep throat and needed his lungs drained of fluid at the same time so she has been playing doctor. I also think she may be coming down with a non-slender-related sickness, but she refuses to visit a doctor. She isn't eating and keeps writing in a leather book I have never seen before. She won't let us look at it and it worries me. I need to go. Mello is calling me.

The good things in life

Mello here! This weekend Maze was supposed to go to her mother but instead she stayed home because her Mom is a ladydick that either doesn't want to see her or is very angry at her. We only got attacked once and only met one proxy who got interrogated by my psychotic backup that I'll get to in a later post.
We had fun. I took Maze to my hideout and taught her how to play Black Ops zombies. We went swimming in a local lake and that went well for the most part. The look on her face through every thing was like everything was perfect for a little while. She fell asleep last night. She really slept. Curled up next to Jacob like a fucking cat just purring. Yeah. It was great.