It was a wonderful Saturday, like any weekend day when you can do what you want. Johnny and Elizabeth enjoyed the day without classes and spent time in the girl's room. She fed her guardian, and the boy sat on a chair holding her dairy, busy studying that object.

'If you look in the diary now, can you read what happened that night?"

Elizabeth approved with a slight nod.

'Can I read what is written in the diary? Doesn't it bother you?"

'No," the girl smiled. 'You can ...