I have forgotten in all of the turmoil to record the sale of Chateaugay at last. The money from the sale will aid me greatly in settling my debts, but the lawyers have not completed their part as of yet, and so I must wait to receive the funds I so desperately need.
I pace, and pet Reinette, and try to read, but I am uneasy, restless. I feel as if something is coming for me and I cannot escape. I am afraid of my own dreams, that they should be nightmares.