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She slid out the folded letter stuck to the diary by a red elastic band. Her hands were trembling. Full of questions, she sat down as if what was about to be revealed needed her off her legs lest they give up.

Ms. Eleanor D.,

From the day I opened your journal I made it my goal to find you.  The treasure I had the forbidden curiosity to read could not remain mine to keep. I had to find its owner and that is you, Miss Eleanor Dasselty.

I spent twenty six years of my life for this journal to find its owner.  I do not expect monetary rewards of any kind and as I know you know, money holds no pull toward the priceless content of the journal you are once again in possession of. 

I have dutifully arranged a  meeting with you.  I was afraid you would refuse. Knowing this I have something else of yours too; something I know you regret losing. 

I will be visiting you this week.   Please, do not assume I won't come uninvited.


T.H.R