Harry, my darling boy,
For years now, you’ve been asking about the History. Long ago, I decided that the truth should die with me. But recently, I’ve come to realise that would be yet another theft. I feel responsible to tell the truth behind the histories I stole from other people. I feel responsible to you.
So I have written you another history, a History of The History of Mischief.
I hope you see that my love for you was the only thing I never lied about.
Please forgive me.
Your Mum,
Elizabeth Stewart