February 7, 1953

Eddie took me to dinner on Saturday. As we were leaving, two men approached him, and handcuffed him. They were detectives. Apparently, one of his associates was picked up and squealed. We were both taken down to the police station. They questioned me for two and a half hours. I was not allowed to see Eddie. I guess I am in the clear, because they let me go.

Now is my time to break free from Eddie. I will need to find a new apartment, and a new job. It isn't going to be easy. I wish Peter were back already. He would help me get back on my feet.

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