Sunday March 8, 1946 – We moved into our new house today. It’s big and old. My bedroom’s on the top floor, below the attic. Teddy and I like it.

Monday March 9, 1946 – I made a new friend today. He lives in the attic. I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but he said it’s okay if I tell Teddy.

Tuesday March 10, 1946 – My friend told me his name. But I can’t tell anyone. Not even Teddy. It’s a secret.

Wednesday March 11, 1946 – Daddy saw my friend today. I told him not to go into the attic. He screamed a lot, but I made him stop. That’s a secret, too. The bat is really heavy, so my arms are tired.

Thursday March 12, 1946 – Mommy went into the attic today. I warned her. I guess that’s what grown-ups mean when they ‘bury the hatchet’. He cleaned up all the blood, and told me what to do with the rest.

Friday March 13, 1946 – Teddy and I are going to live with my friend, now. All I have to do is bring people I don’t like to meet him. Oh, and I have to cook when he’s done with them. He cleans up the blood, still.