Hello, again; by now, you've heard about the crummy gift April's getting for her nineteenth birthday: Mom making a big show of how sorry she is that everyone felt bad about her lifetime of abuse, neglect and deceit. If this seems uncharitable and unfair, well, it is; I'm not exactly in a forgiving mood right now. Not only do I have to face sitting at a dinner table watching Mike fail to remember what a vindictive jerk Deanna can be if she has it in her head she's been wronged, I find myself at a crossroads in my life. I have no idea if the life I have will or should continue. (Granted, that's not exactly a new feeling but at least I'm finally saying it out loud.) Watching my mother shuffling her feet while standing in the detritus of her life isn't exactly a confidence boost either.
You'd think having read that, I wouldn't be as eager as Anthony is to head up to Milborough as quickly as possible. That's where you'd be wrong; since I know she won't have the answers I need, I want to get the agony over with as quickly as possible so I can take stock of things. Anthony made some vague statement about the final disposal of a bad investment; given that that's what he called his quietly telling Dad off, it seems that Mom is in for a very subtle version of Near telling Kira what he thought of him and his abuse of the Death Note.
In any event, I have to dash; suitcases don't pack themselves. I'll get back to you after Easter to give you the play-by-play so until then