The diary I found in the alley has some kind of code on first two pages (above). I never could figure out what it was all about, but one night K.C. cracked it.
He was over at the house for a party. At some point the diary was brought out and passed around. Choice entries were read out loud, specualation was made about the author, stories were made up about her life, cocktails were consumed. It was abandoned after a while and we all moved onto the next thing, but K.C. just kept reading it and studying it, and turning back to "the code." All of the sudden he yelled out, "I got it!"
I don't want to be too coy (but you know me)... but you may be able to figure it out even though I've only been posting the dailies since May 25.
(and can you believe she didn't watch Perry Mason today?! and who is this Harry fella?!)