Victoria gave me her part of the family journal to read and well, she does ask for our forgiveness, and so I guess I do, since our home IS a lot better now. But still...we never knew our father and Victoria doesn't even know what became of him. When I suggested she leave and go find him, she didn't even hesitate. Humph. Seems being a single mother is the Gentry way ever since our great-great grandmother Abilene set out to repair the damage to our society.
Actually Abilene was the strongest of all of the Gentry women. She went through so much and since her, all of the Gentry women have tried to live up to her example. Sadly, I am not sure I am that strong. I mean, I hope so, but I can't see past this job. Victoria didn't know us because if she did, she might have asked Whitney to do this thing. She is the most level headed and strong of the three of us.
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I am so glad I don't have to hunt and peck on that ancient typewriter to write this journal. That aside, I really love my job. But it is all work and no play for me. Allen has taken on the task of making our meals for us. He is a great guy, but I have to say, he has some interesting theories about some of the rocks he has been finding around the house. He thinks they are from aliens and if we can figure out some of their technologies....then what? He has been reading too many of those books in the library I am afraid!
The other night at the dinner table, Whitney brought up the ghosts that have been haunting us. She thinks she knows a way to talk to them so we can finally have some peace around here. She said once she did that, even the zombie infestation might get better. I will believe that when I see it. Really, am I the only sane one in this household? - Aliens and talking to ghosts? Well, if Whitney rids us of the ghosts and zombies, I am turning this journaling of events over to her and SHE can have a houseful of babies, not me!
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I haven't written in awhile. My job is SO demanding. I am on call all the time, but I am making progress and will be the best surgeon this town has ever seen. Soon. But not soon enough.
I looked at my last entry and I see I said I would turn this computer over to Whitney. Well, I may just have to do that. She has been taming the ghosts. Unbelievable. The full moon came and went and there were NO zombies. Damn, I gotta hand it to her. She did what she said she could do.
We are close to opening the hospital again and being able to have clean water and vaccines and medicine. I can't let that go. I need to focus every waking and sometimes sleeping moment I have on my job or it won't get done. And it had to get done. Even if Whitney hadn't proven to me she was a 'ghost whisperer" I was going to make her take over. Really, no ghosts or good medicine and clean water. It's the latter, hands down. But now I don't need to force her. Better for our relationship I suppose. God, I sound like Victoria! Like mother, like daughter. 
Whitney was a little surprised when I told her what was going to have to happen.
"You are telling me I am going to have to keep the Gentry name going? I thought mom gave you that responsibility, to ensure that a new generation of Gentry's would be born to continue our legacy. And now, you want ME to do it instead?" she asked more to restate what I had already told her.
So I flattered told her how proud I was of her and that she had done such an outstanding job of getting rid of the zombies and ghosts so quickly that she had earned the right to be the one responsible for having children to bring in the next generation.
I told her I would give up my room so she could have the private bedroom next to the nursery that Victoria mom built.
Whitney agreed. I think she already had a secret relationship with someone from high school. I know she got phone calls all the time from some guy. I think she was secretly excited at the prospect of taking their relationship to the next level. Me, I couldn't care less. I saw Victoria's compound with the pool, bathtubs and showers. I need to give that gift to myself family.
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Well, well, well...not one day after Whitney and I had our talk than she invited her mystery man over to the house. I guess she didn't want to waste any time!
I suppose I am relieved. She will take over this journal from now on. I may be gray headed by the time I figure out the way to clean up the water supply, but if I do nothing else, mine will be one of the greatest contributions to the Valley that the Gentry's have made!
Signing off to go read some more of the old medical journals.
Addison
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