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April 17, 1931.
I'm trembling as I write this. It's eleven in the morning and Thomas Shelby has just left my room. From the second floor, I hear Ada rebuking him for his behavior while he responds with silence. I still feel his fragrance on my clothes and the warmth of his hand on the back of my neck.
God, my pulse is so uneven that I'm afraid the pen will slip and stain the paper. I need to calm down. I'm going to try to calm down.
I think he's gone. Or, at least, he and Ada no longer argue.
I know that the beginning of this entry contrasts sharply with the end of the previous one, so I'm going to relate the facts to the best of my ability, praying that my nerves allow me to remember what happened.
I had last seen Thomas on April 13th when I left his office wishing I would never have to speak to him again in my life, being a total victim of disappointment and shame. I never told Ada what had happened because, knowing her personality, I knew she would face her brother, and I didn't want to be a participant or cause of a family dispute. I went home and locked myself in my room for the rest of the day so I could reflect peacefully, and when Ada returned from work, I pretended that I, too, had returned from mine half an hour before her arrival.
I resolved to keep up that charade until the situtation cooled down enough for it to cease to matter and so, at last, confess to my friend that I no longer worked for Thomas. The lie, or rather, the omission of the truth, lasted only three days and it was not because I considered it appropriate to confess what had happened, but because Thomas dragged me into it.
Today at nine o'clock in the morning, I was having my tea in the living room while I watched the nanny comb Beth's curls, when Ada left her room putting on her earrings and, with narrowed eyes, analyzed me.
"Are you going to work today?" Ada asked. She had been asking me that same question for days since it seemed strange to her that I was going to work so late. "We could go together".
"Thomas let me get there a little later today too", I replied.
I didn't know for sure how much longer I could use that excuse, but I had told myself that that afternoon, when I was alone, I was going to think of a new one. Ada and Thomas didn't seem to be in contact lately, but that they crossed paths inside the Company building was a risk for me because, inevitably, Ada would be struck by my absence.
"How considerate..." Ada was not convinced but refrained from asking too much. Apparently, the discussion we had had was enough to consider saving an opinion. "Well, I'm going to the Company. Tell Thomas that even though he is no longer part of the Directory, he has to attend Directory board meetings".
