Essay about A Summary On ' The Night ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald
Once back in the study, she made herself comfortable on the sofa and was careful to untie the fragile satin ribbon. Anticipating what she would uncover, and knowing she would be intruding on someone else’s privacy, she hesitated.
Seeking out Larissa’s face above the mantel, Casey pleaded, “Larissa, I hope you don’t mind. I know this is your personal journal, and it contains private thoughts and feelings, but I need to know if there is any reason for what happened to Sean. Your journal is the only link I have to your past. Please forgive me, but I have to do this.”
The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she felt someone watching her. She turned to look over her shoulder. No one was there. It’s just my overactive imagination again. Casey then opened the journal to the first page.
June twenty-third, 1870 - Sean has given me this lovely journal to document the important events of my life. Of course, escaping New Orleans and coming here is the utmost of importance.
It seems like long ago and at the same time only yesterday when he arrived in New Orleans. My father has an export business. Sean met with him to sell his cotton crop. I remember the first time I saw him. His strength and massive frame dominated the doorway. At first I…