D is the answer i believe because you need a comma after the word mother.
Angela Vicario is in many ways the main character of the story. She is the most quoted character in the novel, and has the strongest narrative voice. In addition, she is center of the mystery that the narrator is trying to unravel, since she is the only one who knows whether or not Santiago was truly the one who took her virginity, and she remains enigmatic at the end of the story because she never reveals whether or not he was guilty.
Angela Vicario is a distant cousin of the narrator. As a young girl, she was the most beautiful of her four sisters. However, the narrator says she had a "helpless air and a poverty of spirit that augured an uncertain future for her." She used to sit in the window of her house, making cloth flowers, and the narrator thought she looked more and more destitute every year. He says that her "penury of spirit had been aggravated by the years," so much so that when people discovered that Bayardo San Roman wanted to marry her, they thought it was an outsider's plan.
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July 13, 1942
Dear Diary,
Today I went into hiding. I lived in Germany until 1937 before moving to Amsterdam to escape persecution by the Nazi party. My name is Peter Van Daan. The first day of fighting could not be worse. Everyone is asking every question that come from their minds. Just let me get unpacked, people. I go to my room and like I thought, it was going to have something I did not like. It was a ladder.
yours,
Peter
August 15, 1942
Dear Diary,
I’m just now getting settled in. Yesterday it was hard to get unpacked when everyone is asking you questions. I brought pants, shirts, toothbrush, shoes, some hats, it sounds boring huh. I don't even have word finds. It's time for breakfast. I take a nap. Now it's late in the afternoon and all I am doing is reading. Before I know it it's almost dinner time. I smell beans. I wonder if the beans that are on my plate are the ones we picked up. I think we might be having a bean salad.
Disgustingly Yours,
peter
December 29, 1942
Dear Diary
I hope today we aren't having anything to do with beans because I got to tell you they do not taste good. This morning I wake up to a smell like old fish. I think it smells like this because we are basically living in a secret annex. To my knowledge no one has touched this place for years. I wish we could open a window. Last night was rough. The bed I am sleeping is hard as a rock. I know that today is not going to be a good day.
Boringly Yours,
Peter
March 18,1943
Dear Diary
Last night I woke up to the sound of gunshots. I don’t think it was just in my head because they were loud. When I wake up every morning I am always face to face with a ladder. This morning for breakfast we are having a baked potato. After i'm done eating breakfast I go to my room and read a book. After a couple of minutes i’m bored. I guess it's time for a nap.
Stinkingly yours,
Peter
August 4, 1944
Dear Diary
This morning when I woke up there was no breakfast. I snuck a bowl of oatmeal. Then I went back to sleep. I woke a couple hours later sweating like a dog. I must have had a nightmare. At lunch I had a tuna sandwich. I read a couple hours and then took a nap. I went to my room to write. Then I heard footsteps and other voices. I think I need………….
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