Summer’s gone. Today is the first day of Autumn. The weather was still quite warm this morning when we went on our usual walk with Fishfinger. I took him to this new park I discovered recently, called the Hangman’s Tree. It’s such a peaceful place.

When we got home I noticed he got fleas. I had to wrestle with him to keep him in the tub long enough to be able to wash him down properly. He was not impressed.

I was invited to Quincy’s yesterday. It wasn’t the best party I’ve ever attended, for sure, but I still had a good time. I met this girl, Terri. Man, most boring conversation I had in a very long time. Who is she anyway?

I also managed to get Quincy’s toilet blocked. But thanks to all the tinkering I did around my house, I was able to fix it before anyone noticed. I don’t think I would have survived the shame.

Gracie popped in later as well. She seemed to be in a strange mood. In one minute she was laughing too laud, like she was actually just faking it to avoid crying, then she looked deeply concerned all of the sudden. Eventually Quincy got her talking.

“I’m pregnant”, she said with a weak smile. “Rodney and I are having a baby…”

I was baffled. They were only going out for a few months, I didn’t think it’s anything serious. Although as I learned from Gracie not much later, neither did Rodney.

“We haven’t planned it”, said Gracie on the verge of tears. “But we’ll make it work. Rodney promised..”

She did not sound convincing. Poor girl. I didn’t know what else to say, so just squeezed her shoulder and told her she can count on me.

I stayed quite late and downed quite a few drinks by the end. As usual, I got into a nostalgic mood, so when Quincy said “What’s wrong, love? Do you want to talk about it?”, I just nodded and told him it’s time that he heard my story.

We sat down in his kitchen with our drinks, and I told him about Tom. He seemed a bit shaken up. For a few moments he was very quiet. Eventually he pulled me into a bear hug. “I’m so sorry, Abbie. It must have been hard for you. But I’m here if you need an ear. Any time!”

I almost cried.

I think I should also stop having so many cocktails every time I’m out. I was a bit tipsy by the time I got home, so it pretty much explains why scribbling a love letter to Gavin seemed like a good idea at that time.

A love letter! Can you imagine? And what’s worse: I posted it. Now I will need to hide from the public.

I can’t bear this.