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when we last spoke on the phone.
     
    25th August, 2013
    It took four drafts of the letter before I was happy with it, but I do think it’s rather good in the end. I did have to tell Sam one little lie as to why I hadn’t been to see him and of course I could say nothing witch-related, but I talked a lot about how I missed him. I read it over to Caitlin and she said it was perfect. She’s going to take it to Sam at the coffee shop; she’s dying to see what he looks like.
     
    26th August, 2013
    Caitlin said Sam wasn’t at work yesterday when she dropped the letter off. I put my address on it so he could write back to me, but now I’m nervous that he won’t ever reply.
     
    27th August, 2013
    I’m not going to the beach as I’m waiting for the postman.
    • • •
    The postman has walked straight past our house.
     
    28th August, 2013
    I am a pathetic postman-stalking person. Still no reply!
     
    29th August, 2013
    I’ve received a letter! Haven’t dared open it yet . . .
    • • •
    Gosh and wow! Sam is
soooooo
nice. He’s fantastic at writing letters. He says lots about how he’s been thinking about me every day and hoping I’ll come to see him. How he looks at the door of the Bean Counter when it rattles, hoping it’s me walking back into his life, but it never is. And he feels a fool for thinking I didn’t want to see him and he’s so sorry about my broken leg (the reason I’ve not been to see him, which I think is a reasonable lie in the circumstances). But the lie isn’t going to stand the test of time. Although at the moment I’m still too “fragile” to go and see Sam, I can’t really get him to visit me without him seeing my leg isn’t actually broken. And a broken leg will heal—but very slowly. I have to admit my long-term plan here was not well thought out! I did consider saying I had a contagious disease, but that just sounded too far-fetched (and a bit gross).
    Anyway, one letter at a time, and I need to write back.
     
    13th September, 2013
    I can’t write properly—my hand is shaking and I’m crying again. I keep telling myself that it’s not all bad news and I think I knew, subconsciously, all along, but I’m still shaking and crying.
    Sam and I’ve been sending letters every few days for the last two weeks. I avoided inviting him to see me and I did notice that he never offered to come over here. Then today Caitlin delivered my letter and stuck around to see my mystery Golden Boy for herself. She recognized him straightaway. She knows who his family is and who—and what—he is: A WHITE WITCH!
    And I don’t care. Well, I do care. And really it’s great that he’s a witch, but I so want him to be a Black Witch and I know it shouldn’t matter. And that’s what I said to Caitlin when she told me. I said, “It doesn’t matter to me. He think I’m a fain and so maybe we can . . .”
    Then Caltlin said, “It sort of came out in the conversation that you’re a Black Witch.”
    So he knows what I am too. He’s written me another letter, which Caitlin’s brought. I’ve not read it yet. I’m too scared. If he’s sensible (and he is a White Witch after all) then he’ll want to stop our letters and have nothing more to do with me. I hope he doesn’t hate me.
     
    14th September, 2013
    Still crying. Still haven’t opened Sam’s letter
     
    16th September, 2013
    Read Sam’s letter last night. It set me off shaking and crying all over because he says he doesn’t care what I am or what he is, except that we’re friends and he likes me and will write to me again if I want him to. He’s also pleased that my leg isn’t broken.
    I must stop crying so I can write him another letter.
     
    30th September, 2013
    Not writing much in my diary because I’m so busy writing letters! Sam and I are sending them to each other every day. (Caitlin is acting as our personal, rather busy postmistress.) The letters are even better and much, much longer than before, as now we