My Grandma Kept a Notebook Nobody Knew About

blotchy when you cry.

I laughed then.

One short, awful laugh.

The letter was three pages. Her handwriting got worse near the end. Some words leaned into each other. Some were underlined twice, because Grandma had never trusted a single underline to do the job.

Emma,

If Charles did this right, everyone is angry. Good. Anger gives them something to do.

Do continue reading …