“Look, Dana, I’ll guard it with my life and I’ll take it downtown to the police this afternoon.”
“You’d better take it in! If you don’t, I’ll tell the cops you’re concealing evidence!” she threatened.
“Don’t worry so much, babe,” he assured her. “I’ll turn it in today. Cross my heart and hope to die!”
***
Larry stowed the diary in his desk drawer at the office and went to Existentialism.Later, he locked his office door and opened the notebook at his desk. He skim-read the first twenty pages or so until he got to the part where Sven, i.e. Matthew, was making out with Violet. That was where it became fascinating reading although it felt a little creepy too.
When he reached the passage about the cigar, he snickered. Violet had loved dinginess! If only he’d thought about it, he could have
