In the weeks following my last diary entry, when so many things had happened at once, I've been yet to take my pen to parchment to write again. I suppose I could say that I've been busy with work at the Inn but I'm always busy with that, and that's never kept me from writing down my thoughts before. Perhaps I'd hoped that some things would smooth themselves out in the time I paused so that I would never look back upon these pages and recall the troubles.
Arthur Hazelwood came to call on me when I was in the Inn a few days ago, unannounced, which surprised me more than anything else this week. But I assume he knew that if he sent word ahead of time, I probably would have made myself scarce or pretended I wasn't home at all. I am not above doing such things. He left rather abruptly, I thought, but it seems old wounds are at least beginning to heal over, and perhaps we will be at least on speaking terms, if not friends.
There's a man called Loakee that I have been spending some of my time with when his attentions are not occupied already. I've come into the Inn more than once to find him already deep in conversation with two or three people already, and I usually slide past and find a seat without disturbing them. I do not like to join big conversations in the middle of them and he's never made me uncomfortable by forgoing my obvious discomfort to beg me to join a group of people, as so many other people do. I find it extremely distasteful when people do that.
I haven't seen Belfry or Odelynne in a couple of weeks now, I believe. I've been keeping myself at the Inn lately, so I know it's partially my fault. Still, I find myself yearning for the company, of people who are not Miss Eugenie or Margot. I love them as one loves family and just as such, I also desire the company of people who I am not constantly spending time with.
The last time I spoke to Fenley we argued and I haven't seen him fully since then, only glimpses of him here and there. He completely ignored me while I was in the Pony last night, speaking with Loakee! It's just absurd.
