Wednesday - and he has not called yet.
His camera and eight of his books are here.
Uncle Bill says he is glad - I am too pretty a girl to bother with him.
Didn't the things we used to plan and dream mean anything to him at all?
"Love comes but once to the heart of men; when it does then it always stays." ??
Does he know how I feel? Does he think love comes or goes at one's bidding?