Posted by EditingEmma 21.35
Gracie keeps jumping out of her skin every time the doorbell goes. (I’m actually feeling a little nervous too.) It’s been thirty-five minutes since people arrived and we still haven’t spoken to anyone except each other. We’re all pretending it’s fine, like we’re some sort of incredibly exclusive club, not like a cluster of scared penguins, huddled protectively together. I should probably stop running to the toilet and blogging.