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This house is filled with crazy people that the drama I wanted to watch from the sidelines have successfully drawn me into its madness

There were a lot of people and a lot of secrets tied to this place and the only people whom I can get little clues at a time from is Ebube and her husband.

Strange that I've not met the man before. He must have an issue with coming down for breakfast, lunch and dinner because never for once did I see during the time frame of today even though during breakfast, I was barely paying attention to the people around me and was too busy trying reign over my thoughts, missed lunch and was too hungry during dinner

Maybe in the morning I'd be opportune to meet the man that made Ebube have hearts for eyes.
Now I'd did say I'd tell you about my findings of this house, so I'd try to write it down here to the best of my pathetic memory.

The man of the house, Agnes's husband is dead. From the sound of it, it seemed like he's been dead a long while ago. How did he die? I'm yet to find out perhaps I'd get that piece of information from Ebube's husband

Secondly, they're trained to know English and Maths. Now this has got me confused. Why would they teach their illiterates of maid and guards to be able to read an write. True, that was in the days were all of them didn't know the works of reading and writing but the main reason is why?.

So, that means even the new servants of the house are also been trained to read and write- well the illiterates among them. The literates uses that break to do things for themselves. That too has its own question hovering over it. If they started this tradition in the time when Ebube was still in her twenties, why's the tradition still here! Who started the tradition, Agnes? Or her husband?

That aside, I also learnt that Ebube got married after the madam and her husband had a child. Who's that child? Susanna? Or another? And does that mean that I have supposed cousins from this 'first child'?

Then Agnes. She met with me today, to try to know me. I didn't think she knew me with the way she acted like I was air the first time me and Susanna steeped foot in her office- or her husband's. She knew me before recent times

She knew me from when I was younger. When I wanted to ask questions, she brushed it aside or she totally evaded my questions

I've got to hand it to Agnes, she's crafty for a woman her age.

Wait.

How old is Agnes and Ebube?. Is Agnes older than Ebube since she was already married and had had her first child by the time Ebube was about to get married?

But there are situations where couple get married at a young age than some who'd get married in their early thirties.

She clearly trained Susanna but, she wasn't Susanna's mother but her grandmother, so how?

How is that Agnes is still young and already had Susanna as a granddaughter? Was Susanna born out of wedlock? A bastard child? Or an adopted one?

If adopted, who adopted her? It still can't be Agnes because Agnes position in her- Susanna's life was that of a grandmother.

That means Agnes had kids, but how many? And were are they now? Are they the ones taking care of Agnes? Hm

I'm also still wondering why maid are dressed in coded colours to differentiate their work. Agnes clearly have no need for it, it was a guess but the Agnes I spoke with will have no issues knowing the duties of every maid in this house.

So, is it her supposed children that did it like that because they fear that Agnes would become to old to remember her maid and what have you?
Or it could Agnes herself who employed such strategy. But why?

Hm. Anyways, the lady that came in after Dami. She's strange, very strange- like what would a twenty something years old person want by working round the clock at some house in the name of saving up

True, the pay of a live-in maid is quite yummy to people who are in desperate need for money. But most youths rather work in places that would expose them to what they want to study in college. Like someone who wants to go into nursing would be working in a hospital.

Someone who wants to go into business would venture in salesmanship. But to he's his own preference. But I'd keep an eye on that lady, after I get out her name from Ada in the morning. I have a nagging feeling about her that she's here for more than just the paycheck.

Then the strange dream I had. Susanna was in it, what was more strange was the fact that I was in the very same storeroom as the one in this house

Clarisse- a name that I repeated in that dream to Susanna in my dream. I don't know how to ask Susanna if she knows a Clarisse because I'm sure she'd evade the question or change the topic. I'm related to a complex woman and an even complex family

Cue to sigh

I'd resume my place in the storeroom today and maybe it's time, I'd keep an open mind in search of anything about the history of this house or the owners. I didn't think of that- the fact that there could be answers hidden in that storeroom until now

I think it's the jetlag from the day before yesterday's flight that made me not to think like how I normally do. At the moment, there's absolutely no rush.

I think I'd talk to Father Stephen tomorrow- it's been long overdue. I should have called him first thing today- curse you jetlag

A mind racking day is waiting for me tomorrow, like what this house was for when it was built

If I should base it of my dreams, of say that Agnes and her husband have had this house for a while now. Doesn't mean they themselves used it. Which begs another question. What was this house before now? Or that's just another wrong question?

It feels like I've been stuck into a Nancy Drew mystery story except that this mystery is about a memory that I don't have. More like list due to a tragic incident

Maybe I'd feel whole once I know the truth. Or is get my memory before I do find out and won't need to be investigating

And hopefully, whoever is after us- me and Susanna would be delayed a little while longer for me to find out the truth

It's almost twelve in the morning.

Till whenever

-Melly

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