On the night that Brad and Janet arrived at the castle, Columbia endured a whirlwind of emotions. She had been reunited with Eddie, only to have him taken away from her…and served for dinner? After excusing herself from the table she returned to her room and (after singing a little ditty about Eddie) again looked at the journal. She found the last entry and noticed that it was in someone else's handwriting. Though it was much neater than she'd seen it in the castle, she knew right away that it was Frank's.
My darling, I know that this book is full of your private thoughts and while you have given me permission to read it, I have chosen not to do so. I do, however, wish to leave you some of my own thoughts tonight.
Never in my life did I fathom having a child, yet here we are, waiting for our baby to arrive. I wish that I could go to the doctor with you tomorrow, but I'm sure you will inform me of everything that happens. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to be a good father to our child.
You are lying next to me right now, sound asleep and looking like nothing less than an angel…I do not know why fate led me to you, but I think that I am done questioning it. Everything that I have done in life before finding you is nothing compared to what I have done with you. A child. I must sound like a fool to you on the days when I repeat myself like this. Perhaps someday I will be able to voice the reason why this baby effects me in such a way, but for now, just know that I could not have asked for anything more.
I don't remember ever feeling the need to care about anyone other than myself before you came into my life. Others' needs never weighed heavy on my mind…I am rather ashamed of that now…but I know that you will not judge me…While in my heart I know that you are my queen and that I am meant for no other, my mind cannot help but to feel, at times, unworthy of your love for me. When I think of how selfish I have been in my life…when I remember hearts that I may have broken and not thought twice about…well, I am just glad that someone or something out in the universe shows forgiveness for one's foolishness.
I feel as though I'm confessing thoughts to you that you already know; yet I have not told them to you aloud. However, while I am being so open and candid with you there is one confession that I feel I must make. Before my first night with you, I had been a rather promiscuous man. I had several many …more lovers than one person should. I don't know that I could ever bring myself to tell you this while looking into your eyes. I know that we told each other that our pasts don't matter, but I need to tell you. I want to have a clean slate before our baby arrives. My "relations" were always hollow and emotionless, at least on my end. I seemed to be looking for something in my lovers that I could never find…until you. Even though I couldn't see your face that first night, I felt that thing that had been missing. I hope that you're not laughing as you read this…I certainly can't believe that I'm writing any of it down…
Eva, I feel as if I've found the other half of my soul in you. I love you.
Columbia closed her eyes and tears began to run down her cheeks. Her jealously and hatred toward Eva vanished…her anger at Frank turned into sorrow. Everything was a lie. Everything that Riff-Raff and Magenta had told both Columbia and Frank was untrue. Columbia knew that there was no way that the woman who wrote these pages could have taken her own life. Columbia couldn't imagine anyone rejecting the man who professed his love and confessed his sins in the final entry. She then realized that Eva must never have seen this entry.
"She never got to read it." Her own words startled her a bit. "None of this is right." Columbia picked up the phone and dialed the operator…Yes, castles do have phones.
Curious about what happens next? Read "Frank's Desire" if you haven't already. J