Helen Varras' Story Book

   “ Dear Herbert, everything I own I leave to you. Since it is your responsibility now, it is up to you what you are going to do with it. ...

    Françoise cried, she did not know where Philippe was. She took her large red handkerchief from the pocket of her apron and blew her nos...

 'My Love, My hands can not hold a pen any more. The red knuckles are swollen like marbles and my fingers grow in the wrong directions...