Ok.

Coast looks clear.

Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap CRAAAAAP!

Al nearly busted me. He came back from town a tad earlier than expected as I just finished scribbling my latest missive. Yanno. The one dealing with all those questions I was dying to ask when we recover his body? Yes. Those ones.

"What are you writing about Brother?"

Worst.

Question.

Of.

All.

Time.

Wanna know my BRILLIANT answer to that?

"Uhhh nothing Al."

I said this while TRYING to conceal this little book UNDER my jacket. Gee man here's the thing...I really, really REALLY wanna know what it feels like to have girls inside your body without hormones in the way. Or collecting germs. Or getting a hard on.

Uh-huh. THAT woulda gone over well.

Great idea. You shoulda seen his soul eyes narrow and then proceed to scold me.

"That's not NOTHING Brother. Is it a letter to Winry?"

Double crap.

I am, honest to God, totally NOT having this conversation. And even if it was-which they're not-there's a little thing called PRIVACY. So I ran out of the room before he could ask something else.

"BROTHER! GET BACK HERE!"

Har har.

I am SCREWED. Seven ways till Sunday.

Now what am I gonna do? There's several real EMBARRASSING entries and I'd die if they got into the open.

Ok, ok. Deep breaths Ed. If Al thinks these are letters to Winry then-

CRAP.

I've gotta be extra cautious now.

Otherwise he'll laugh and hang this stuff over my head till I'm EIGHTY.

Ha. Forget that. How about FOREVER and a DAY?

I'll just pick my spots more carefully.