Dear Diary,
Well, this was one awful case. Truly I never thought that the Commissioner and his godson would be involved in white slavery, completely evil. Still we have sorted it, all the girls are safe and the perpetrators brought to book. Sanderson and Fletcher are spending the night at Jack's cells, far too comfortable a billet for my mind. Lord that sounds so like a low grade detective novel.
Anyway, I confess I have another reason for writing – tonight, I think I finally understood what it means to love someone, yet ...
Oh dear, why does it take ... how can I put it ... you see, with the commissioner being Jack's former father in law, note former father in law, his daughter, Jack's former wife, sort of fell into Jack's arms at the station and it was then I realised I feel more for Jack than friendship – I mean you know I enjoy his company, we are good friends, we work together well, our dinners are ... well they never lead to anything no matter how hard I try. He's such an honourable man, dear diary, and I know Rosie ... oh, I'll be right back, there's someone at the door ...
Later:
Back again, dear diary; it was Jack! He'd left Rosie (former wife) with her sister and came back to see me. He said he had to see her safe, shock, well I suppose that's only to be expected and it's just what I would expect from him, the man who always does the right thing, the noble thing but he came back ... to me. I have to say, actually I don't but I shall anyway, my heart seemed to give a little extra beat, I feel like one of those girls in the awful penny dreadfuls teenage girls read, it's so silly, I feel quite ridiculous but even now I find my heart beats a little quicker as I write this.
DARN! Aunt P, did she have to appear just then, just as he was about to kiss me!? Jack was about to kiss me! Then aunt P appears, I swear she was listening in and the noise of the baby was absolutely nothing to do with it – the baby hadn't made a sound – I swear that woman has second sight!
Anyway, as I said why does it take seeing the man you think of as a friend in the arms of someone else to make you realise you want him as more?
I confess I have thought more of him of late, and, yes, maybe I haven't been as interested ... oh hell, there's only been me in my bed for some months now, and no other beds have interested me.
Dear diary, is this really love, aargh!? Have I lost my mind? And if I have how do I get it back again? Do I want it back again?
It hurt, diary, I felt ... lost ... almost sick when he was comforting Rosie; even though he came back – to me – I don't know where we go from here – though far away from Aunt Prudence would be good.
Well, I suppose that's it, for now, you are the only one I can tell this earth-shattering news to – Phryne Fisher has fallen in love with a thoroughly decent man – for a change.