Rose Without Her Jack
It was as if he had shut out the world, his entire being consumed by that diary he cradled in his hands.
He read and read, smiling, then laughing. Then crying. He acted like a madman.
"Mickey! How dare you show your face here? Aren't you afraid Rose's ghost will come back and drag you to hell?"
Adeline grabbed at him, tried to yank him away, but he didn't budge.
Furious, she picked up a wooden stick and began striking him with it.
"Get out! Get out! You're not welcome here!"
The blows landed heavy, dull thuds on his body. Mickey grunted but held the diary tightly against his chest.