WR: Who was it you were following? Von Hessen? （Or whatever the name was.）
Mr. Horne: Yes.
WR: I don’t think they ever found him, did they?
Mr. Horne: I thought they found his body eventually.
WR: No. They never found him.
Mr. Horne: You keep up with this.
WR: Yes.
What does that add up to?
I can only think of one thing.
A man came to Mr. Horne’s house. They seemed to know each other from the war. There was tension between them. Something was wrong. Then the next day, the furniture was moved around. There was change in the pool. Mr. Horne acted strange. And the man never went back to his motel.
You read all kinds of stories about Nazis who escaped. People go looking for them. They take on new identities in different countries.
What the hell is going on?
JUNE 14, 1978
I went to the library today to do the reading circle for the kids. When I was done, I went through the entire history section looking for books about Nazis and the fall of Berlin. We didn’t have anything too detailed. I found the names of some books that might have more information. I put in interlibrary loan requests for them. It will take a little while for them to get here.
When I got home, I called directory assistance and got Wendel Rolf’s number. I called it. I called it four times, actually. No one answered.
My essay about what I did on my summer vacation is going to be weird.
JUNE 15, 1978
Called the number again this morning. No answer.
What am I doing? What am I doing?
UPDATE: 11 P.M.
There is an obvious answer to all of this: the man is on vacation. He’s not at home.
I need to get a grip. I go to camp tomorrow for orientation.
JUNE 16, 1978
I cannot believe this. Shawn got a job here at the camp.
JUNE 18, 1978
Well, it’s been a shitty two days, but things are starting to improve. Shawn actually keeps his distance, so things aren’t too bad.
Also, I love the kids. They are adorable. But they go through my stuff. I’ve had to start hiding this diary in the camp library, because pretty much no one goes there but me. Just lonely old nerdy me. Still, need a better place.
JUNE 27, 1978
Been too busy to write much, and the kids are always in my face. I made something in the arts tent to hold this diary, so at least that’s taken care of.
Had a dream last night about the man at the Hornes’ house, Wendel Rolf, and I kept thinking about it all day. It got in my head and wouldn’t get out. I need to let that go. Maybe I can get therapy in New York. They have that there.
I guess while I’m here I can talk to Eric about it? We kind of hang out all the time. We haven’t kissed yet, but that is coming soon. I can feel it.
JUNE 28, 1978
I told Eric everything.
He was saying that I put a lot of pressure on myself. I feel bad about Greg and Patty, and it’s stressing me out that Shawn is here at camp. I’m starting Columbia in the fall, so I’m moving to New York City soon. All of this is—a lot. So maybe I’ve put this thing together in my head because I’m overwhelmed.
Oh, and the kissing thing? Yep.
JULY 1, 1978
Something about me: I can always find something to worry about. The newest one? The thing with Greg. I feel like if I’m not honest about it, the guilt will keep grinding away at me. At the same time, I don’t want to hurt Patty. But she should know, right? I’d want to know.