Dear Diary
Sometimes one has to be bold to get what one wants – in this case I had to pretend to shoot a tarantula to get him to come to me – but maybe that was what he wanted, what he needed, for me to ask for him, to tell him I am his – for some reason he didn't go back to his own tent.
Jack and I now know where we stand with each other, or lie, or sit or ... we have each other's hearts, have done for a long time – but he is a man and sometimes needs things spelling out to him. I don't know how we will navigate the talk, not for me, for him, his position in the police force – it mustn't be compromised – that is a problem we shall deal with when we arrive home, as best we can.
Diary, oh my goodness!
I know we had to think how we should navigate talk, and of course the subject of my husband, but I never imagined it would be taken out of my hands. I had a telegram from my mother in law – my husband has been murdered! He didn't deserve that, Jai was a sweet man who was just in love with the wrong person. I know, I know, you are wondering how on earth a telegram could find me in the desert but we did have to log our travel plans in case something happened – Jack's idea, he said you could never tell what might happen with me around! I think this decides our next move, finding out who killed Jai. I hope he wasn't stoned to death, nobody deserves that.
Poor Jack, but he understands we have to solve this case, my mother in law expects it though I am not sure how we present ourselves at the palace – I am the widowed Maharani accompanied by a single man – oh dear I suppose there will be rules.
We will get through this – together – because that is what we do, what we are, a partnership in all things, two halves of a broken plate - better when put together.
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Telegram to Mrs Dorothy Collins
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