As I stood there in the cool night air, though, I realized that I couldn't be sure she hadn't kept copies somewhere else - and besides, if she went to the police and gave them my name, I didn't really want to tell them my side of the story.As I stood there in the cool night air, though, I realized that I couldn't be sure she hadn't kept copies somewhere else - and besides, if she went to the police and gave them my name, I didn't really want to tell them my side of the story. There was no way to keep it quiet in a town the size of ours. Cursing under my breath, I limped back to my car and eased myself in. Sitting down wasn't pleasant, and I wondered how much better it would feel tomorrow. Well, that's the story for now. Somehow, between now and Friday (this is still Tuesday, for another few minutes) I've got to decide what to do. Whatever it is, I won't be able to tell anyone, so I'll just have to continue to confide in this journal. September 27, 1988 I'm writing this Friday evening, after coming back from Cheryl's again. Emotionally, but not physically, I feel a lot better than I did Tuesday night. |