“Oh. Sure!”He moves to his bedside drawers and opens the bottom drawer. Pulling out a scrap book he hands it over to her. It’s average size but it has a date written on the front. March 2010 — but didn’t show an end date.
“Here you go.”
Smiles and takes it gently, opening it to the first day. “I-It’s really okay to read something so private?” she asks before her eyes can begin reading the words and look at any pictures before her.
“Sure, I mean. There’s nothing obscene or rude…” he said quietly, “It’s just mostly words and a few drawings when I can remember them…”
Jack Maple 