I found the battered box in great-gran's attic. In a niche guarded by spiders.

Inside was a silvered photograph, dated 1931. For all the world a dapper gentleman of means, there's no mistaking the she beneath the drag. The ribbon'd yellowed pages are my revelation of another life lived, then buried away.

...eighteen today! Berlin! Feel myself, alive!

...took me out dancing. I believe I love her.

...and used our "little man" tonight. Madame Fürze came, fainting.

...naked English bitch proclaimed darkness rising. Think she may be right.

...finally got a passage. Cost two revolting fucks.

...alone again, sailing away.