I now keep this in a drawer, locked. I will talk about it later here, but I seem to have evidence that Aunt Isobel has seen it, and maybe even READ it! Locking it up seems so silly. But I should always have done it! After all, the things in this so-private little book! And Lois…
Now I am sure that Lois has read it. I don't know whether to hate her or not. I don't dare even bring it up. But I am sure she has read this.
Aunt Isobel has now been gone ten days. Where is she? What if it's some sort of silly trick and she is just… no! That's paranoid thinking. Why plot against me? Lois has been here more days than nights. Both the seventh and eighth steps sque-e-e-a-a-ak, and there's no way to get over, them, without jumping. So I was lying here in bed one night, playing with me, when I heard the step squeak. It was 1:15 and Lois and I bad come to our rooms at eleven.
Without turning on the light, I watched out the window. She went across the back yard and into the wood, just like Aunt Isobel. Except she wore a coat and somehow I got the impression she wore nothing under it. It's a raincoat.
She went again last night.
The next time she goes I will follow her.