Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far...more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. It was because, in a matter of minutes, the love of my life, Kent, would be stepping off of his naval ship for the first time in over 6 months. As I stood waiting with all of the other wives and families, I looked back on the day he left, and how he had promised to return safely in 4 months. When that day had come, similar to today, I had stood in this same spot waiting for a glimpse of him until an officer informed me that he wouldn't be coming off the ship and that he would remain on the ship. "The guffaws and laughter started as Leon moved in. "Well, we's justgetting' started sheriff. So why don't you mozy your pussy ass on outof here." The belly laughs reigned, they laughed even harder when Leonspit a wad of tobacco on the chest of Tim's clean beige suede vest!"Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of suede?" Tim gasped."Sood, suee, suede?" Leon weaved and laughed pointing to the stain.Tim rose with a stiff backhand knocking the wind out of Leon and himback on his heels. . We got ready to leave. But, my sixth sense warned me to stay. I convinced my friends to leave without me. I dropped them in the bus complex and came back to the function hall.I sat alone there for 2 hours. Some marriage tasks were over. The bride and bridegroom went to their rooms. Few people left in the function hall. Suddenly my angel Rani came near me and started talking with me. I was very happy about her arrival.It was around 12.15 am. She felt bored. I asked her to go to the beach which.