San Francisco, January 20 2015
Mister Moore lies on the floor since yesterday.
I don’t know what to do, he asked me not to touche the land-line phone.
He says that no one must know that I’m here.
He says I’m in danger because Dory sent people to hurt me.
I don’t believe him. Dory wouldn’t do that. Dory loved me.
Now he is hurt, and I need to call for help, but if he wakes up and discover I disobeyed, I’ll be punished … severely…
I don’t want to be punished, because I might get the room upstairs again soon. He told me so ! And I believe him.
Lately he seems really upset, and brought a lot of girlfriends home.
I heard them giggling, but he never introduced me.
Thinking of it, I don’t who I am for him. I’m just me.