Her grandmother's knowing smile put the lie to her uncertainty, and caused her to feel the first stirrings of the woman she knew she would one day become. 'You can take it, my dear. You will and you must, for you are the sort of person who can take on that sort of responsibility. Us Dewhurst women have been doing so for generations. Besides, let's face facts, my girl, I'm not going to be around for very much longer.
'But not to worry about that just yet. No, the Dewhurst legacy will last just as long as we can keep producing women like Pamela. My grandmother is still here somewhere, you know . . . in this little book and in your spirit and in mine.
'It's true, this little book has meant a lot to me over the years. But you're my greatest treasure; you always have been. And as for what the future may bring . . .
'You're young yet, child. You have all the time in the world.'
Here ends The Diary of Pamela D.