March 12th, 1957
I almost overdosed last night. No, I wasn't doin' drugs like you're thinkin'. My doctor prescribed me some type of sleep medicine or somethin'. I knew Eleanor wasn't gonna let me die, so I went to her house for help. She's obviously not too fond of me right now, but still, she welcomed me into her home, and she helped me.
Emily and Rebecca were asleep by the time I got there. Emily's been sleepin' on one couch, and her mama sleeps on the other. I love her, but my God, Emily can just be cold. Not even with her words – she'll just be silent. I don't think she's said a word to me since I've been here.
At least Eleanor and Rebecca still speak to me. Even Edwin II still speaks to me – not much, but he does. And I was never as stern with Emily, as I was with him. Sometimes I overhear her mama fussin' at her, but she doesn't seem to listen – or care. I know Eleanor and Rebecca still love me, at least a little bit.
But Emily's makin' it seem like she doesn't care if I live or die. She used to be my buddy. She still is, but it's not mutual. I just wish my daughter still loved me.
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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General FictionA young boy, Edwin Myers, enlists in the US Army in 1941, during the second World War. He's badly injured in the battle of Crete, which lands him in the field hospital. His weakened eyes seem to jolt back to life once they landed on Eleanor Francis...
