February 13, 1936: Nerves & Indignation

 

Dear Diary,

 

     It is barely 10:51 at night. There are only a few more hours until we sneak into Linda's room, and stab him with a dagger twelve times total. Right now, Greta sits across from me, gripping a Bible and repeats the same phrases over and over. What she is saying is beyond me. I know better than to ask when she's in a state like this. She'll crack under the pressure and wail. We can't be that weak yet.

I wish I had learned yoga back when I was in the States. Something to calm my nerves and breathing would do wonders to me right now. I just calculated my pulse minutes ago, and it's up around 112. I feel like I've just ran a marathon under Baghdad's blistering summer sun.

     I'm going to put you down for now. Maybe if I concentrate on just my breathing, I'll be more prepared pull through with the plans.

    Cassetti will never know what struck him, oh so literally.

 

Mary Debenham

 

 

 

P.S. I forgot to mention the unfortunate snowdrift. We are stuck!

 

Author's Note

sorry if there is confusion with the dates. i know they appear off on the cafe, ill have to fix them later!

Reviews

[Brenda Sue]

This line "I'll be more prepared pull through with the plans." is confusing. but overall it is well written. Great job.