July 12, 1947 I have the house to myself. And the quiet is wonderful. Bob has taken his mother and Shirley to the potluck supper at the church. I complained all day of a headache in order to get out of it. Bob was quite concerned; before they left he made sure that I was comfortably settled in front of the wireless, wrapped in a blanket, with a cup of tea at hand. Once they had gone, I threw off the suffocating covering and headed straight for the bedroom and my beloved diary. I have a plan. I will give my father one year to settle into his new marriage, Aunt Betty one year to set up her holiday home. And my husband one year to find us a new house. Or in July of 1948, Shirley and I will be on a ship back to England. Oh, no! A car is pulling up outside. It’s Mr. McKenzie, home early. To ruin my lovely peaceful evening alone. July 13, 1947 I pulled out this book from its hiding place and held it in my hands. There is a small pile of books under the floorboard. I can see the journal that Aunt Joan gave me for my seventeenth birthday, so full of my hopes and dreams.
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