every name.
There it was. Bloomquist, Brigitta, age thirty-nine. Died on the third of June 1859.
âThat canât be her. Sheâs too old. That has to be her mother,â I said.
âWhat did she die of?â
âIt says ⦠it says ⦠she died in a fire. Person reporting her death was her son, Sven. And then it gives her place of birth and who her parents were,â I said, amazed. âYou go, Sven.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âI mean, for as young as he was, Sven knew enough about his mother to put down her place of birth and her parentsâ names. I have an ancestor who didnât even know his own fatherâs name.â
âHow could he not know his own fatherâs name?â
âEvidently his father died when he was really young and his mother never told him his name. So when he got married and they asked him for his parentsâ names, he said, âFather, unknown.ââ
âEither that or his mother didnât know who his father was either.â
âYeah, I considered that.â
âSo, the girl. Is she in here or is it just her mother?â Aunt Sissy asked.
âIâm looking,â I said. âOh, my God.â
âWhat?â
âSheâs here,â I said. Goose bumps broke out along the backs of my arms and down my legs. âBloomquist, Anna. Age seventeen years, nine months, and ten days. Cause of death is fire. Oh, God.â
âWhat?â
âIt says she lingered for five days. She died on the eighth of June 1859. Parents were Brigitta and Karl. Person reporting the death was her brother, Sven.â
âI donât know if Iâm happy that we found her or not,â Aunt Sissy said.
âYeah,â I said. I stood there for a minute taking it all in. It was true. Aunt Sissyâs rumor was actually true. But as with all rumors, it wasnât exactly the same. The girl had not died in the fire, the mother had. The girl, Anna Bloomquist, had lingered for five days and died after the fire. I could only assume that if she had indeed fled to the cellar, as the rumor went, she had died of a fatal dose of smoke inhalation.
The next name on the page caught my eye. The name Bloomquist, once again.
Bloomquist, Emelie, age two months. Cause of death, fire. Parents were Anna Bloomquist and father unknown. Informant: Sven Bloomquist, uncle. âOh, no,â I said. I covered my mouth and fought back tears.
âWhat?â Aunt Sissy asked.
âShe had a baby.â
âWhat?â The look of horror spread across my auntâs face.
âRight here,â I said. âThe baby died with her. She had a baby.â
âNo,â Aunt Sissy whispered.
âI can only assume, since its last name was Bloomquist and she was at her fatherâs house, that she was unwed. That means ⦠that means Anna and her lover never married.â
âNo,â Aunt Sissy said. âOh, why did I have you look? I wish I didnât know.â
We both just stood there, completely numb. And then it hit me. She never finished the novel because it wasnât fiction. It was a diary. She never finished it because her death was the ending. âAunt Sissy,â I said. âI need to finish reading whatâs written.â
âOkay.â
âBecause I donât think itâs fiction at all. I think it was a diary.â
Aunt Sissy nodded her head. âIâve always thought so. Ever since I found the crooked tree.â
I looked at her for a moment and wondered why on earth then she had presented that manuscript to me as a work of fiction. That was what she had called it. She had called it a novel. I couldnât be angry with her. Maybe she thought that if she told me it was a diary I wouldnât investigate it. That I would feel weird reading it. Well, she didnât know me very well, if thatâs what she thought. I am the nosiest person in the world and
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