Fenley has finally returned from Trestlebridge and I hear already from the gossiping girls in town that he got into a fight that involved a fountain and two other people. If I'm honest, he's always been a bit more prim and proper than I have, and I can't imagine Fenley lifting a hand towards someone at all. I'll admit that when I received his letter, I was worried that he'd come back home and ask me to hand the Peach over to him, and so I avoided him the first couple of days he was back. Miss Eugenie would tell him that I wasn't in, and then I'd wait for him to leave again. It's was real childish, I'll confess.
He did finally find me inside a few days ago when I was cleaning up some of the tables. He didn't stay very long, he said he had to go back to the Pony and get his things, but I had Margot clean out his bedroom while he went back to Bree. It hadn't been touched in years, so a fine layer of dust was over everything, and we had to throw open the windows inside the room for a whole day to help it air out.
It does seem as if he has no interest in the Peach aside from a place of lodging and I feel a sweeping of guilt for believing that he would come to fight with me over it. I should have known that he wouldn't, no matter how distant we grew from each other.
Someone that I knew has recently died, I've heard, caught with a fever that she couldn't shake. I've been thinking a lot about her recently and hoping that her family will be well in the following months. I shouldn't dwell on it, but I feel guilty if I don't.
I have to go into Bree today to visit the market, and then I think I'll spend a bit of time in the Pony. I don't go as much as I used to, as I've become so busy recently that I can never find the time for myself.
