He has to know, of course, but it will be difficult to tell him. Stephen and I are practically betrothed, and he returns to town soon. All good things come to an end, as they say, and in a situation like mine, I have no other option. Stephen does not know of our courting or anything else, thank goodness, since he has been in New York City so much of the time. And he will not know. I’m determined of it. What a horror. The slightest misstep could spell trouble for me. I’ll meet with Tom tomorrow. L. Frank re-read the diary, this time with Linda helping him look over everything. Once again, they’d gotten take-out from Ling’s Pagoda, and as they sat finishing up their Mu Shu, they pored over the entries together, second guessing themselves. “Or anything else…” Frank trailed off. It was unclear whether Libbie was being dramatic or if something else was going on. With a woman’s eye, Linda suddenly sat bolt upright, chopsticks poised in mid-air.
