A few years ago, if anyone had left his diary lying around, I would have had no compunction reading it.
Hun’s son has been staying with us for a while now. He writes in his Moleskine every day. He also leaves it lying around the house.
I’ve had no desire to read what he has written.
After almost two months, I have no doubt that there’s something about the Peculiarities of Living with Dad and Dusty. You know what? It’s his business. If he has issues, that’s his problem.
And he would probably have written about them in Italian anyway.
