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As Mike brought up another box, he looked at her questioningly. She knew she must look a sight. And she had not taken the most important step of all. She reached inside the large tea caddy first. |
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"Mike, look!" she screamed in excitement as she lifted one small bound book, then a second and a third. All seemed in fairly good condition. |
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Mike stared at her, his gray eyes narrowing as though he could not accept what they were telling him. Oh, he had to believe her now! |
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"Only three?" she asked aloud, continuing to look. |
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From the bottom of the box, she pulled a fourth journal. But it had not fared as well as the others. Its cover was nearly off, and its pages were stuck together. |
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Abby glanced at the dates at the front of each journal. "Mike." Her voice was raw with emotion. "Please give these three"she handed him the volumes from the tea caddy"to Grace to hold. I'll tell you some of their contents. But this one" She held up the moldering fourth. ''I want to borrow it. It will tell me what happened to my family." |
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Abby checked to make certain there were no more than four journals in the box. Before Mike and she left, they got Grace's promise to read the journals so she could tell Mike their contents the next day. |
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