Inspector Calls- Eva Smith diary

There was a nice young man at The Palace Bar last night. I’m not going to get my hopes up. I have no idea what he saw in me! The other girls were showing of every little bit of flesh they could, flirting, smiling, really pretty girls. Me, I was sitting near the back of the Bar, wearing a long brown coat, looking like my usual glum self. Feeling sorry for my self you could say. When this young man walked up to me and asked what a beautiful girl like myself was doing in a place like this. He brought me a few drinks; he had rather a lot though. He took me back to my lodgings, he insisted that he did. I didn’t want him to come in though; he turned really nasty with me, I saw a different side to him. I’m very frail and couldn’t fight to get him out of my room so I didn’t bother. Well what happened next is going to be very obvious to anyone. He forced me into my room, and what did I think he was going to demand next? At the end of the night he said good bye and went. I didn’t expect him to remember my name or where I lived though. I mean he was really drunk, I don’t think he will remembered anything the in morning. Probably wake up in the gutter somewhere.

I popped down to the local shop to buy bread, butter and milk. The basic things any woman needs to live on. And you will never guess who I bumped into? Eric Birling! I took him home with me, I felt like he wasn’t going to demand anything of me this time. We talked for a while and he told me a bit about himself. After we talked, it happened again. This time it was much more meaningful and I can actually say I enjoyed it.