Excerpt
Katie
KATIE WILKINSON sat in warm bathwater in the weird but wonderful old-fashioned
porcelain tub in her New York apartment. The apartment exuded "old" and "worn"
in ways that practitioners of shabby chic couldn't begin to imagine. Katie's
Persian cat, Guinevere, looking like a favorite gray wool sweater, was perched
on the sink. Her black Labrador, Merlin, sat in the doorway leading to the
bedroom. They watched Katie as if they were afraid for her.
She lowered her head when she finished reading the diary and she set the
leatherbound book on the wooden stool beside the tub. Her body shivered.
Then she started to sob, and Katie saw that her hands were shaking. She was
losing it, and she didn't lose it often. She was a strong person, and always had
been. Katie whispered words she'd once heard in her father's church in Asheboro,
North Carolina. "Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, are you anywhere, my Lord?"
She could never have imagined that this small volume would have such a
disturbing effect on her. Of course, it wasn't just the diary that had forced
her into this state of confusion and duress.
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