I am very sorry. I nearly forgot to post this entry! (oops)

Dear Mr. Blathe,

I am glad to know that you are doing well. I am fine myself. Margaret is visiting family, so I am on my own for the time being.

Yesterday, Mr. Bentley visited for tea. I know what you may be thinking: he is a rough and tumble sort of person, not your stereotypical tea drinker. That is what I thought when I first met him. I have learned since that he is most happy with a cup of plain black tea.

Normally when sitting down having tea or lunch or similar, I would engage in conversation with the other people with me. Mr. Bentley was the exception yesterday. The only sounds were the clinking of cups and saucers. I felt uneasy about starting any conversation so we spent the time in silence.

Afterword, we took a stroll down to the water. The Sun was out for the first time in several days. There's not much of a beach, mostly large rocks that local kids sometimes climb upon, but we were alone save for a few gulls. I remember that we stood and watched the grey water for upwards of an hour before he spoke.

He told me a little about his experiences with the CRA -- which I will not go into now. Evidently, there was more to his altercation the other day than I realized. I asked if he wanted to stop the investigation for a while or permanently. I told him that it wasn't worth it to put ourselves at so much risk. He laughed. That was the first I ever saw him laugh.

He showed me the drivers licence of the person he pickpocketed. I told him that I was pretty sure he was the one who forced me into the car prior to my escape.

That brought up an interesting point. Mr. Bentley explained to me that he thought that the reason for that hurried evacuation was that a rival group had come to the area. If this is true, then the investigation just got even more complicated.

Thank your for patiently listening to me,

Y. McNutt