All They Didn't Know

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I made no mistake when I said that my bag was heavier. Uncle Joseph put something in it, at some point on the train, and I have no idea what it is... Well. I know that it is a book, a large, quite dusty book bound in rich brown leather. The pages are stained and yellowing, crumpled slightly.

But I have gone no further than untying the lace that keeps it shut, flicking through the pages; but not reading them. I - I haven't quite dared to read them, yet.

So now is the time to do just that.

I open the book slowly, this time, and carefully brush away the dust that covers the paper like a sheet. I look down at the old fashioned handwriting carefully drawn out in the thick, black ink.

I take a deep breath.

It is time to begin.