WtAF Eloise Journal

May 4th, 2014 (Episode One)

Dear Luther,
I fondly recall your journaling habits. Sitting in the library, the bay windows open to the night sky behind you, while you scribbled away, the room lit only by that damned green-shaded public library-style lamp you insisted on using. I'd bring you tea occasionally, and you only ever refused when you had a tumbler of whiskey already at hand.

I think I understand why you journaled the way you did. Was it your only means of keeping sane? Was it a confidant you could tell about the things you encountered, when you couldn't tell anyone else? There is a part of me that wishes you might have confided in me, but I know it would have done terrible things to our marriage, even if I had believed you. I'm grateful to you for compartmentalizing the horrors you saw so effectively, my love, for protecting me and our family as well as you did.