author: Nicole J. LeBoeuf

OK, we're now about 300 words into Chapter 7. Typed up about the same in a Notes file first, babbling away to myself about what was going to happen. I was still trying to figure out exactly what happens in this chapter, see. I knew how it would end, and I knew that it was Amy's turn to tell part of this story. But that was about it.

Then I hit the part of the Notes babble when I considered the question, "What has Brian been doing?"

He's been running.

Literally. In addition to running away, he's actually been running. To let off steam. Every time the violent instincts arise, he goes running until they subside. All he's doing is making himself too tired to act on his impulses... which, of course, better sets up the deadly outburst at the end of this chapter.

I figured he's also spending lots of time out of the house, most of it at the Suzallo-Allen Library (pre-law is a demanding degree, perfect for someone looking to drown himself in schoolwork), but some of it on the lake shore hoping to see his brother again and ask him what's happening. When he has to be home, he comes in by the back door by the laundry machines, and he locks himself in his room.

But it was the running that got the chapter started.

I saw him run past the house one morning, full speed uphill with no indication he'd ever stop. This was three weeks later, three weeks in which he'd never said a word. "I'm sorry. I love you." Those were the last things he'd said to me. Since then, nothing.

I'd write more, now that I know where I'm going, but oh my Gods am I tired. Bridget and John and I went to a Yoga class this afternoon. They said it was a beginner's class. I suppose in some people's minds, it might actually qualify as such. I suppose.

Well, OK, it actually says All Levels. I'm not exactly sure my level is included in that "all."