It seems like years since Sunday morning. So much has happened it's as if the whole world had suddenly turned upside down. But as you can see, Kitty, I'm still alive, and that's the main thing, Father says. I'm alive all right, but don't ask where or how. You probably don't understand a
word I'm saying today, so I'll begin by telling you what happened Sunday afternoon
DA She is under the delusion that several years have passed in a matter of days.
B. She can't remember how she managed to stay alive.
C. She thinks she is too scared for her writing to make much sense.
D. She knows events so extreme have taken place that she must completely re-orient her writing