Hello Everyone! Glad to see y'all- sorry about updating- would you all
believe me if I said I'd tripped over my kitten and killed the disk that
had the next chapters on? Perhaps not, but I hope so!!
I love all of you who review, you know you touch my heart when you say nice things about my story- thank you so very much.
Criticism is totally welcome, I love it, so do keep advising away, I promise to listen, but not to change things if I like them my way! This is a shortie, but I hope a goodie. Its dedicated to those who suggested that I should make the title a bit more literal and put in some more diary entries (whoops!)
Estriel.
Diaries 6- An extract from Evelyn's Diary.
(The same day as Chapter 5 is set in.)
Dear Diary,
I really like Sherlock Holmes and his friend Dr Watson, they both seem such pleasant men. I hope that they solve this case soon, as the orchestra was quite disturbed by the poisoning, apparently both victims had many friends- that leads me to wonder if they were friendly, and that the fault I deplore so much, lies within my own actions. I cannot understand it! I am a tolerably reasonable friend, I am not shy, and I am intelligent; there is no reason for me to be so unapproachable. All the friends I do have, are childhood friends, and live far away. I have spoken to Giorgio about this recently, and his replies were not reassuring. Complimentary, nonetheless.
i
'Darling Evie, you are shy. Not in the customary manner, though. You try to give to a friendship, everything. All as soon as you trust them. This scares some, and others- pah! They are leeches, and you grow bored with them. You do not allow them to give to you. There are very few people in the world that will force a friendship to be two sided; I am one of them. And your intelligence?'
He had seen my face lighten somewhat, and hastened to continue before I could interrupt. Duke came over and sat by my feet, warm and comforting.
'With your intelligence, you shine, Evie. In itself, that should access friendships with academics, you would think? No- you must conceal intelligence to some degree on occasions. This you have not yet learnt to do, and I hope you never do. You are true to yourself, and this is a great thing, although it is, as some put it 'the hard path'.
His diatribe finished, he reached out a comforting hand, and laid it on mine. I was shaking slightly- how deep this man, this man who did not love women, saw into my female persona. I was lucky to call him friend. I would try- hard as I could, to turn Dr Watson and his strange friend into friends. Duke laid his head in my lap.
"You are a true friend, Giorgio. Thank you." /i
I remember this, now, and I have decided that the best course would be to invite Mr Holmes and Dr Watson to the orchestra's next concert- I never make any use of my free tickets (we are offered the use of them for each performance in sections- strings, wind, etc. It will be strings turn this next concert- which is a dreamy Mozart recital) and hope against hope that they will attend.
Evie
I love all of you who review, you know you touch my heart when you say nice things about my story- thank you so very much.
Criticism is totally welcome, I love it, so do keep advising away, I promise to listen, but not to change things if I like them my way! This is a shortie, but I hope a goodie. Its dedicated to those who suggested that I should make the title a bit more literal and put in some more diary entries (whoops!)
Estriel.
Diaries 6- An extract from Evelyn's Diary.
(The same day as Chapter 5 is set in.)
Dear Diary,
I really like Sherlock Holmes and his friend Dr Watson, they both seem such pleasant men. I hope that they solve this case soon, as the orchestra was quite disturbed by the poisoning, apparently both victims had many friends- that leads me to wonder if they were friendly, and that the fault I deplore so much, lies within my own actions. I cannot understand it! I am a tolerably reasonable friend, I am not shy, and I am intelligent; there is no reason for me to be so unapproachable. All the friends I do have, are childhood friends, and live far away. I have spoken to Giorgio about this recently, and his replies were not reassuring. Complimentary, nonetheless.
i
'Darling Evie, you are shy. Not in the customary manner, though. You try to give to a friendship, everything. All as soon as you trust them. This scares some, and others- pah! They are leeches, and you grow bored with them. You do not allow them to give to you. There are very few people in the world that will force a friendship to be two sided; I am one of them. And your intelligence?'
He had seen my face lighten somewhat, and hastened to continue before I could interrupt. Duke came over and sat by my feet, warm and comforting.
'With your intelligence, you shine, Evie. In itself, that should access friendships with academics, you would think? No- you must conceal intelligence to some degree on occasions. This you have not yet learnt to do, and I hope you never do. You are true to yourself, and this is a great thing, although it is, as some put it 'the hard path'.
His diatribe finished, he reached out a comforting hand, and laid it on mine. I was shaking slightly- how deep this man, this man who did not love women, saw into my female persona. I was lucky to call him friend. I would try- hard as I could, to turn Dr Watson and his strange friend into friends. Duke laid his head in my lap.
"You are a true friend, Giorgio. Thank you." /i
I remember this, now, and I have decided that the best course would be to invite Mr Holmes and Dr Watson to the orchestra's next concert- I never make any use of my free tickets (we are offered the use of them for each performance in sections- strings, wind, etc. It will be strings turn this next concert- which is a dreamy Mozart recital) and hope against hope that they will attend.
Evie