The days and nights are growing more intolerable. They all just blur together. I am retaining hope that my Odysseus and Telemachus return, and each day I gaze out my window towards the shore longing to glimpse a ship returning, and to hear news that it is one of them. I long for the suitors to leave my home, and my husband to be back. All I can do is wait and hope. In the meantime, I will try to busy myself by coming up with devious tricks to lure the suitors on so I will not have to marry one of them.