The story of Lydia is best told in her own words. She gave me a copy of those dark events as they compounded to alter her life that mother Rose and I had envisioned for her. Little did we know or expect to happen, really happened. In compiling her notes, I hope I have done justice to bring my readers the essence of her life, a life that she was cheated of from that of a young lady who deserved better. Yet, in those trying times, she was able to tread her way through a web of spies, murder, revenge. Her life must remain a blank; whereabouts unknown. Perhaps the time will come when the truth, justice, and liberation of those involved within the short confines of my own story and those amassed over the years can be told. But, for now, the cover must remain closed. Closed and sealed by fiat.
What, when and where will the next chapter appear? That depends, dear reader, on my own longevity or that of Lydia in time, subject to the powers in control. Maybe it will not be in our lifetime or long after my website and blogs are scooped up in mothballs. I can tell you that she is married, has children, and quite happy now. Perhaps, in some ways, it is the ideal way to end the final chapter when finally written. All I can say right now, is ta ta!