I made another go at running with the lads today. Then as the sun went down, and lad after lad got called home to sup. Tom Twofoot said it must be nice to have no folks to tell me what to do.
I socked him. He fell and his nose bled. I should not have done that. I don't know why I did. He looked up at me all surprised and hurt. He stood up, spat at me, and ran home pressing the hem of his shirt against his nose.
Aunt Esme tried to get to explain. I shrugged, and that is all the answer she got. And it is the only answer she is going to get. Does that seem cold? Well, honestly, I don't know why I did that, much less how to explain it to someone else.
Esme has confined me to my room for the day. I am there now. Just as well. Here I can be quiet and not provide the Hall something to stare at and mumble about. I can be alone with my books.
Frodo
