And then the journal ended. She wrote: “This makes no sense anymore. I will recognize this house, if I ever find it. Until then, what’s the point?” Mary Margaret was seventeen. The journal went into a cardboard box marked “MM IMPORTANT STUFF” and was stacked on a shelf near the furnace in Nann’s basement. For a couple of years after college, the box resided on the top shelf of a bedroom closet in a fourth floor walkup off Broadway in Inwood. After that it traveled widely….