Anger Isn't Something You Can Think About

Lisa was moving into her own house. In general, she avoided anger. Unlike sadness or even fear, anger wasn't something you could think about. You could only feel it. Anger was like being trapped in a crowded pool and the thing trapping you was you. She made herself do it. Gilly closed the door to her bedroom and took the diary out of the drawer. If she hadn't done anything, she wouldn't have to undo anything. No guilt, no pain, no panic, no feeling at all. The house didn't see everything, didn't know anything.