havenât answered Andreaâs question. Whatâs the plan for tonight?â
âI donât think Iâm going to do anything.â
âWhat?!â
âI never like to disappoint you, you know that, but I went to bed really late last night and my headâs splitting, soââ
âBut todayâs your
birthday
, Di!â
âI really donât feel likeââ
âWhatâs got into you, Diana?â Isabel said, looking at her sternly. âYou used to be the one who brought everyone together, but now we hardly ever see you. We know youâre going through a tough time, we all understand that. But do you think shutting yourself up in the house will help you get over it? Do you think thatâs what your mother would have wanted? Pull yourself together. Youâre a strong girl.â
âNo.â
âNo, what?â
âIâm weak.â
âNo, youâre not. You canât be. You have a long way to go, goals to achieve, dreams . . . But if you keep behaving like this, youâll neverââ
âWhat dreams?â
âWell, didnât you dream of becoming a successful lawyer?â
Heaving a sigh, Diana first looked at Isabel and then Andrea. They really had no idea, did they?
âI never dreamed of becoming a lawyer, Isabel.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI only ever dreamed of being a writer.â
âOh, right,
that
dream!â Isabel said.
âOh, come on, Di,â Andrea said. âWeâre not kids anymore. When I was little, I wanted to be a singer. But when I grew up, guess what, I realized I have the voice of a crow!â
Neither the friendly expression on Andreaâs face nor her attempt to laugh at herself was enough to mask what she was really trying to say.
âDonât worry, Andrea,â Diana said. âI already know that I write like a crow.â
âI didnât mean it like that, Di, I justââ
âWell, girls, now isnât the time to argue,â Isabel said. âWhat about tonight?â
Neither Diana nor Andrea replied.
âDi, we should really get going now,â Isabel continued. âWe have to go try on our graduation outfits. But weâll call by this evening to pick you up, letâs say at around 8 p.m. Try to be dressed and ready so weâre all on time. And then weâll take you to Olympiaâor what about Da Mario? And if you like, to Pulana, okay? A few calls and the old gang will get together. Howâs that for a plan?â
âIâm in!â cried Andrea.
âWell,â Diana said, âthanks a lot, both of you, for coming. But today, I really do want to be alone.â
6
W HEN I SABEL AND A NDREA had gone, Diana stayed on the terrace for a while longer, thinking how little they knew her. For years theyâd been friends; theyâd laughed and had fun together, sharing so many good times . . . So how was it that these two girls didnât truly know her or understand her dreams? But then, what did it matter if no one understood a dream sheâd decided to let go of?
She thought of the question her mother had asked in her letter. âWhat is it really, darling, thatâs preventing you from pursuing your greatest dream?â
Diana knew that if she had a thousand lives to live, in every single one of them sheâd still want to be a writer. The only reason sheâd chosen law was because of the dreaded scenario she envisaged for herself if she were to become just a mediocre writer . . .
To begin with, those around her would think sheâd wasted her qualifications. In spite of this, however, theyâd politely conceal their real opinions and tell her what an interesting and exciting profession sheâd chosen. But there would always be a hidden disapproval and disdain behind their words and soon she would become the subject of gossip. People would whisper the