Twentieth Lotus

Fred? I will be late getting to the Yard today. Please let me know when you read this so I can ink it out. I am sick and Bell is threatening to tie me to the bed if I go to work, so I have to wait until he has------- [There's a streak of ink as the journal is taken away from him.]

[The entry continues in Bell's handwriting.] Actually, Fred, Youth can't come out to play today. Sorry. Though, you're welcome to stop by the house for your discussion. Oh, and could you bring rope, please? I seem to be out.

[The journal winds up being tossed back into Youth's lap, and his handwriting resumes.] Being out is a good thing. Do not help him. Please.


[[ooc: Youth has a basic cold/flu, nothing serious, just severe enough that he feels miserable and feverish and stubborn.]]