Are you her? Are you the one he’s with now? Is that
why you’ve come looking for me?
If you aren’t reading this letter fifty or sixty years from
now then it’s likely that I’m dead. Probably murdered.
Please don’t be upset by that, it probably won’t have
been too much of a surprise to me – not with the life I
have lived. But if you have these diaries because you
came looking for me, and you were clever enough to think
like me and find them, or even if you came across them
by accident, please, please can I ask you a favour?
Please will you burn them without reading them? Please? (...)
DOROTHY KOOMSON
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