Part one Chapter two

To my relief it was not the Thought Police, only Mrs. Parsons, although we are supposed to address everyone by comrade. She asked if I could have a look at her kitchen sink because her husband Tom was not home. The children she has believe everything the Party tells them and are quite frightening. When the young boy and even younger girl jumped out holding toy pistols and wood I became scared because even if they were young they looked so menacing. They were bloodthirsty and were mad because they could not see a hanging. Children are horrible and are just waiting for the moment to turn their parents in. When I went back home I realized I was a dead man for writing this journal. I must be very careful or else there will be fatal consequences.