JOURNAL OF DIXON AINSLEY
26 July
11:40 p.m.
Salt Lake City, Utah
I’ve been neglectful in recording the events of the journey. To be honest, I considered giving up the whole journaling project, but Paulie urged me to continue, saying she was having fun with her own journal and that it gets easier with practice.
I asked her if she was recording conversations. “It seems I have a knack for remembering them, and it makes for more interesting reading than ‘I asked this and so-and-so answered that,’ so I make sure to include as much dialogue as I can recall.”
“I do that, too, although sometimes I have to sit and think about what people said. And of course, I write about us.”
“Us? How so?”
“You know.” She waved a hand around and tickled my ribs. “Us. This. What we do together. The way you
