24/03/50

My husband is very stupid indeed! He had the audacity to actually wave a book in the faces of our neighbors! Now all is ruined. They will send in an alarm, and in doing so, it is expected of me to send in an alarm also. I will be caught if I do not.

First I will have to bring the books back inside, because he had dragged them out earlier. Then I will put in the alarm. Maybe I will keep one hidden, just for myself. No, no, I must not. That is the kind of thinking that will get me caught. "No one will know, it's just one book," will soon become, "They haven't found me out yet, a few more will do no harm," and then I will be saying, "I'm doomed anyway. I should get as much out of it as possible." And then, well, then I presume I will be in jail, or dead.

My life has fallen apart so quickly. Who knew my dim-witted husband becoming independant would bring me so much hate instead of bringing us together in our free thinking.

I don't have much time, soon they will be around here under the alarm sent by my friends. I must go bring the books in and put my alarm in, or they will start to suspect something. Perhaps instead of keeping some, I will just "not see" a few in the outside stash.

On the last note I will have to say that although I am doomed, I am looking forward to his face when he realizes he's going to have to burn his own house.

>Millie

(The End, since it was an English project that only required 8 entries. And anyway, after this entry, the city is bombed so either Mildred is dead or at least doesn't have access to a computer.)