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.
Maybe so!
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?