Dear journal, I am writing this as I stare through the window at Hat and his friends. Everyday they gather in front of the house under the lamp-post. They have their own little club.

I never go out of the house, I stay inside patiently waiting. Waiting for what? u may ask, waiting for the final part of my plan to become reality.

I met Hat in town one night. He looked old enough to be a positive feature in my plan. I am poor and i think a woman should find a way to make money. Unfortunately I do not have any academic qualities or technical qualities, but I do have a beautiful pale-brown skin complexion that charms all the men. I therefore charm, steal, leave and in consequence, deceive men. When I saw Hat, looking at me with those big round eyes, I knew he would...