The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the la... firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to. I guess it's possible he might be mad, but I think it's not so hard to get a guy to come around. At least, that's what Natalie tells me," Heidi said, referring to her sister, four years older and worldly in ways Heidi was hoping to emulate sooner rather than later. As Clara watched her imagined romance evaporate, she said, "Sure. I guess you've got the rack to make him see the light." She tried to keep the comment light, unchallenging. Heidi had the tits, all right. Clara felt a flash of…was it. Then there was the ballroom dancing classes, I know he hated it, but he took me every week for months until I lost interest and there had been many other short lasting hobbies.When I first met Martin, I was working on the tills at the local supermarket. He started coming in two or three times a day. Often buying no more than a can of soft drink and he always came to my till. He appeared very shy, in the beginning he would just smile as he paid me, after a while he started just saying hello and. I could tell from her facial expression that she felt exactly the same. I only noticed that we had approached us as I sensed her weighty breath on my lips. The awkwardness passed away and we both closed our eyes. That’s when I heard a nearing voice coming from the hallway. “Hey dad! Who’s that lady…” Before Liz had finished her question Heather and I turned around to look at her. Her voice died right there: “…you’re…with…?” She stood there facing both of us, staring at her mother literally.