Aunt Suzanne's hand was very fine and easy to read in the dim light.There were about a hundred entries spanning from 1939 to 1950, but mostwere writte... during the war. Suzanne stopped writing when my motherMarcela was about twenty-five. Though the tale was tragic it was myhistory and I needed to full memorize every page.From the diary I learned that the locally stationed troops garrison nearthe house manipulated Marcela's youth and beauty. One of the Captain's ofthe battalion found her at the. I could tell that he was lying through his teeth because it was apparent that the cabin could house many more people. He just threw the supplies for the tent at me and with a cocky smirk on his face proceeded to close the door in my face.I felt myself burning with indignant rage and humiliation as I stared at the door that had just been slammed. The cacophony of noises that I could hear from within the cabin made it even worse as I could only imagine them ridiculing me. Any laughter I heard. It was 11.00pm; my mom was calling me to ask that why is so late today,but then I told my mom that I am at my friends place and will come afar a while. AAlia forced me to sit as she was enjoying all my jokes and talks, as she knows that I keep things private and don’t share or tell anything about her to my friends, all this time she was sitting next to me on a single sofa,then I told her that I wish I was your husband and I would have never left her, she told why is that, I told her coz she is. . to bring it up sometime tomorrow."It was all I needed to hear. Smiling, I retreated back to the safety of my bedroom in order to get ready. I had less than thirty minutes before Danny and I would be meeting up over at his place. And I also knew, I now needed to get a few answers from him myself. I had come to my own basic conclusions about a few things, but for any of this to ever work, or even have the least bit of chance to work between he and I ... I had to know with certainty, where his.