Burned myself. Not bad though, I won’t say anything. I don’t want to add to their troubles. That’s if I could. All they feel all they see all they are is hungry. There’s nothing else. Hunger is eating us and we are becoming hunger. Katey and Boody will be here any second and they’ll want to eat. It’s a mistake to want food when you are hungry. Better not to think of it and feel blessed when it comes. Thank God for Sister Mary Patrick. Viperous temptations. And fasting. Don’t eat of the fruit. Don’t eat of anything. Nothing into the mouth. We can feel human without curtains, but lack of food reduces us to rag dolls. Barang! Limp and weak. It took all I had to walk to Sister Mary Peter. If I could take a vow of poverty too, I’d be better off. We all would be, I could save us eventually, but I worry about the start of it. Are you saved? Elijah is coming! All are washed in the blood of the lamb. The vow of chastity I’ve already taken. I am mother and wife with no husband. I sent Dilly to find father before he drinks everything we have. She has her shoulders in her ears and Stephen in her eyes. Wants to see Paris and write poetry. She’s hungry for it: another mistake. It breaks her heart when we sell the books, but McGuinness’s wouldn’t give anything for them today. Try again somewhere else and stave off feeling our salvation sailing away.