her handwriting
Hanna was here today. First time at my place. She climbed the 78 stairs and said "seventy-eight" at the top before I could tell her.
She looked at Band I for a long time. Turned the pages slowly, like a prayer book.
When I came back from the kitchen she'd left, and there was a note on the desk. Pencil, small, old-fashioned handwriting, lovely, like my grandmother's:
Band II hat die Reihenfolge. Du bist nah dran.
"Volume II has the order. You're close."
I've put it inside the back cover of Band I, for safekeeping. It fits perfectly there.