We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.
If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.