Welcome Mr. Ripley!

I do not fancy being Tom again, but it is saver to be Tom Ripley than the suspicious Dickie Greenleaf. The police want to interrogate Dickie because of Miller’s murder and because of Ripley’s disappearance. Italian police believe that they have interrogated Dickie at the beginning of the month, so I will not be able to be suspected of Dickie’s death if they do not find his body. Moreover, it would be strange that the police related me with Milles’ case.

I know that is better, but it is hard to become nobody again! I will not dress expensive clothes, which is what I hate more: I will not gain money for doing nothing... unless... if Dickie disappears... I can write his will...

Calm

I am enjoying quite days in Palerm. I have no worries. I have been travelling around and visiting several places. I am wasting “my money” in good meals, carriage trips and museums tickets.

I am alone but it is not the kind of sensations that I had in Paris. I feel peaceful.

At last!

Eventually, Marge is fed up with Dickie’s behaviour! I am glad because she has realized that Dickie does not want to be with her. I do not like her and I cannot stand her stupid commentaries. I hated to mail to her... no, it does not explain my feelings... to be honest: I hate her!

Furthermore, it is not only good news because I will not have to answer to her. It is the best option because if she is angry with Dickie, she will not try to find him. I am saver now! Nowadays, I only have to watch out for the police! And I have the feeling that it will be easier than I think.

I had to do it

Why did he come? Why did he ask? I did not want to do it but he was asking and asking and he would not stop until he had found Dickie. What an uncomfortable situation! He noticed my shoes, the silver identification bracelet and the silver clip on my tie with a suspicious G. I should do it, I had to do it!

Fortunately, even though I had not planned my action I think it would go well. Alcohol, violence and a missing wallet are the perfect ingredients to make the police believe that it was a robbery.

The only problem is that I have to change my mind because the police want me to stay in Rome.

Paris

I am in Paris, at last Paris. I am enjoying the city being Dickie. Paris is just how I had imagined; perhaps it is one of the best cities in the world. The streets, the monuments… it has a special atmosphere.

I have been invited to a party by a couple with whom I was talking in a café. Tom going to a party... maybe an impossible thing, but Dickie knows how to enjoy life. I have met a lot of people there, and I have behaved as I had never behaved at a party.

Being Dickie is easier than I thought. Actually, I merit being Dickie because I spent some days practising Dickie’s voice and movements. I also trained jumping between his character and mine so I would be able to change quickly into the other character in case I needed it. Moreover, I had been polishing up Dickie’s way to write. My last chance was to enter to Paris, and I had no problems with Dickie’s passport which meant that my new hairstyle was the appropriate one.

Things are going to change

Dickie’s life… mmmm. I am exhausted but I know I have done the right thing. I couldn’t renounce to that kind of life, and Dickie was a trouble.

And now, what can I do? I can go to Paris or maybe… yes it would be better to go to Mongibello and pick up Dickie’s stuff as soon as possible. I am going to tell Marge that Dickie is in Rome at the hotel he used to go The Inghilterra and that he is going to use the American Express as a mailing address. And of course I should explain her that he may not go to Cortina with her. I could tell her that I am going back to the States on December so it would be easier to “disappear”.

San Remo

Marge and Dickie are planning to go to Cortina to sky with friends. They didn’t told me to join with them.
They are also preparing the Christmas days. Marge is full of plans about it. Dickie asked me if I’m going home on Christmas. I don’t have a home and Dickie knows it… I’m feeling alone, they are leaving me out…
I hate Dickie! I offered him my friendship and he has replied with ingratitude. I would like to be like Dickie, I could become Dickie himself, and I could do everything that DIckie did. I will kill Dickie! Now I must think how to do it!
I might kill him in our last trip, in San Remo…
Maybe in the water… maybe we can take a boat and there… Yes, I might kill him by hitting him with the oar of the boat…