IV

We met in the room above Mr. Charington's junk shop. It is so risky to meet there but we did anyway. Julia went to the black market. She bought real sugar, not sacharrine and proper white bread. She also brought good jam and a tin of milk. it was amazing what she could get. She got real coffee. The stuff the Inner Party uses and so unlike the crummy Victory Coffee we get. She also bought real tea- not the blackberry leaves we use. She says that there is a lot of tea lately. Suppose we captured India.

She wore make up and scent like a real lady. In this room, we are no longer members of the Party. But instead, two lovers of a different time where there is no need to hide your emotions and thoughts.

I hate rats.


Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clements!
You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St. Martins,
When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey-

The paperweight is Julia and I in this room caught forever in eternal bliss.