August 16, 1793

 Dear Diary,

    As I was mourning Polly's death, I could hear grandfather speaking with some of the customers. Then all of a sudden someone yelled "it might be yellow fever!"  grandfather yelled back "it was not yellow fever!". Back and forth they went so I decided to just wait for it to die down after it died down. Grandfather then started talking about how someone dies every August. This made me feel slight distress because all I could hear was the faint ringing of the bell that signals that someone had died...