Character: Helga von Chubbs

A child I drew maps and buried treasures in the woods in our estate. It was a vent. Then came the polio epidemic. Many months I spent in bed. I was having horrible dreams. My leg dried up and died off. I think I broke down and sobbed over her? Of course, Yes. All the people crying. But quitting's for degenerates. I never give up. My fate is in my hands.