December 22, 1773 Dear Diary, Again this night, sleep won't come. Around midnight, I realized I needed to figure out what is right and what is wrong. I know I can't ask mother, she still thinks of me as a child. Father is too preoccupied to worry about my foolish questions, but in my heart, I know they are not foolish. So, that leaves only William. I know he will not hesitate to tell me the truth. Later, I talked to William. Indeed he did not hesitate to tell me his beliefs. It was after supper when I finally could talk to him. He was startled to see me. All of a sudden everything came out. I told him how I was so confused and couldn't sleep at all. He listened quietly, then finally he said gravely, "Eliza, I know what bothers you. The same questions have been going through my mind." I was so surprised! "But William," I said, "You and father both were involved in the tea party! Do you mean to tell me that you truly think the patriots are wrong?!" "Hush Eliza! Father mustn't know," he replied, "I am afraid that I can't help you any more than you can help me." Indeed, dear brother, we are both in need of some answers.