Page 264 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

come and hadn't given a reason.

3 p.m. Starting to feel really panicky, at the same time enjoying sense of being at
center of drama. Am practically Tom's best friend so everyone is ringing me and
am adopting calm yet deeply concerned air about whole thing. Suddenly occurs
to me that maybe he's Just met someone new and is enjoying honeymoon-style

shag hideaway for a few days. Maybe it wasn't him Sharon saw, or black eye is
just product of lively enthusiastic young sex or postmodern-style ironic
retrospective Rocky Horror Show makeup. Must make more phone calls to test
new theory.

3:30 p.m. General opinion quashes new theory, since it is widely agreed to be

impossible for Tom to meet new man, let alone start affair, without ringing
everyone up to show off. Cannot argue with that. Wild thoughts ranging through
head. No denying that Tom has been disturbed lately. Start to wonder whether
am really good friend. We are all so selfish and busy in London. Would it be
possible for one of my friends to be so unhappy that they . . . ooh, that's where I
put this month's Marie Claire: on top of fridge!

As flicked through Marie Claire started fantasizing about Tom's funeral and
what I would wear. Aaargh, have suddenly remembered MP who died in a
plastic bag with tubes around neck and chocolate orange in mouth or something.

Wonder if Tom has been doing weird sexual practices without telling us?

5 p.m. Just called Jude again.

'Do you think we should call the police and get them to break in?' I said.

'I already rang them,' said Jude.