Chapter 69 Chapter 68

my beloved daughter: I haven't written to you for a long time because I don't know the language in which you can understand me.I know your dad believed me dead because he never tried to find me. love you mom, Helen September 1962 my beloved daughter: I don't know how many times I've silently explained to you how happy I was the first few months I was with you.Then, something happened.It's not happening outside of me, and it's not an outside threat to you.It was something inside me.I began to search and search on your immaculate body, looking for signs of being hurt.However, it was me who was hurt, and I was hurt even before the hole in my neck, and the wound never fully healed.

love you mom, Helen May 1963 my beloved daughter: Today I miss you more than any other day.I'm in the university archives in Rome.The records here record a plague in 1517 in which the victims had only one sore, a red sore on the neck.The Pope ordered them to be buried with bamboo sticks pierced through their chests and garlic stuffed in their mouths. As for what this is useful for, I don't know yet.I searched for answers as I worked. love you mom, Helen July 1963 my beloved daughter: It's your birthday this month and I want to get back to you right away, but I know that once I do, the same thing will happen.I will feel my uncleanness, how can I have the right to touch your smooth face?

love you mom, Helen September 1963 my beloved daughter: I am now in the city of Assini, and my heart is full of despair. I was working in the dust of the monastery library, reading a document from 163.In December of that year, two monks here died. love you mom, Helen October 1963