Look at this.” Gram held a book with a padded cover and a small key attached to a pink ribbon. “I didn’t know that Aileen kept a diary.” She tightened her grip when Robin reached for the treasure.
“Gram, she was a teenager. She was a mystery to you then. Don’t you want to know what she was thinking? I sure as heck do!”
Gram relaxed her grip and Robin set the diary in her lap. She fitted the tiny key into the lock and the book sprang open, stuffed with mementos and pages covered with Aileen’s pretty script. “It starts in her junior year,” Robin said
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