He knows exactly where he will keep it. With the photo of him and Yael and Bram from his eighteenth birthday. With the photo of Saba and Saba's sister, Willem's great-aunt Olga, who, like this letter, only recently discovered that he existed. This letter from Allyson will unite the important things, thought lost, now found.
“I still don't understand,” says Willem. "I went to the house in Bloemstraat last month and the letter was not there."
"That's weird," Allyson says. "Saskia and Anamiek never mentioned seeing you."
"Who are they?" Willem asks.
"They live there."
"Ah. Well, I didn't meet them. I went in with my key.
Allison laughs. "That explains it. They didn't know you either, although they knew about you. And also . . ." He pauses and then forces himself to finish, “Ana Lucía”.
