She saw me. The dark-haired girl saw me. I was at an old junk shop exploring old trinkets and chatting with Mr. Charington. the store proprietor. I had bought a splendid little glass paperweight with a piece of coral encased inside. The interior of the weight seemed to be full of tiny droplets of rain, forever frozen in time. I was just walking away from the store when the girl saw me. She will turn me in that's what. She is either a thought police officer or an amateur spy and she will turn me in. Well I don't really think that she is a member of the thought police; she must be an amateur spy who will rat me out to the real Thought Police. They will come tonight and shoot me in the back of the neck. they always shoot you in the back of the head. they will come into the middle of the night and shoot me in the back of the head; that's what.
I should have chased after her. I should have followed her into an ally and smashed her head in with the blasted paperweight. That's what I should have done. Too bad I did not.